You can cry harder or you can read this magnificence:

Song of the Homeland (Vatan Şarkısı)

Our hopes and every thought are for our homeland's rising light,
Our bodies form the fortress walls to guard our borders bright,
We're Turks! A blood-drenched shroud's the ornament we hold in sight.
In battle's clash, through martyrdom, we reach our highest aim:
We are Turks, we yield our lives, and win eternal fame!

Upon our flag, a sword is drawn, with blood running red,
Across our plains and mountain peaks, no fear of death is bred;
In every corner of our soil, a lion rests its head.
In battle's clash, through martyrdom, we reach our highest aim:
We are Turks, we yield our lives, and win eternal fame!

The name of Turk strikes shuddering fear in all who hear its sound,
Our ancestors' great majesty is famed the world around;
Think not our nature changes now, that same brave blood is found!
In battle's clash, through martyrdom, we reach our highest aim:
We are Turks, we yield our lives, and win eternal fame!

Let cannons burst and scatter fire across the raging sky,
Let Heaven's gates swing open wide for brothers born to die,
What did we ever find on Earth that we from death should fly?
In battle's clash, through martyrdom, we reach our highest aim:
We are Turks, we yield our lives, and win eternal fame!

Namık Kemal (1840 - 1888)