ایران بانو

The path of speech is so closed
You rarely heard me, fellow countryman

What a devil has burned the land of Iran
which became hell, take away from this paradise

What happened to us, he became wise, lowly
He hit the ax and the head of knowledge was broken

The homeland of a free heart became a thorn
Wisdom was caught in the dark

All the springs are dry, because of oppression
Nayasud, a blink of an eye



Superstition sits in the place of wisdom
No matter what is good in my eyes, it is bad

amazing You have written your fate on us
There is no water or honor left
Come let us seek today, the path
There is no other opportunity for error

Come and solve the pain of this house
Tear up the black letter of shame

Tahmattan Tui Gio Goders, you
You don't need Anders, you

Siavash Tarin, Arashi's being
You are a fire in the firewood of enemies





Don't be a beggar, a lover of bread
Be a young man, don't be afraid

Bring such a cloud over the desert plain
With blood, make the dry soil a flower

Make the whole city riot
Burn the bad gods

Say, people of humiliation, we were not
A lifetime of glory, we sang we

Why should we bend our heads today?
Why should we reduce the glory of the country?

Sometimes, don't bow down to oppression
God forbid, do not be a slave
Get up and clear the house of these human-like demons


That this house was heaven for one day
Not iron debris, clay soil

Neither the forest nor the sea is left
There are no names left in our Iran




Look for a little water and bread
They sell their homeland to foreigners
Look at the heroes of the neck, Faraz
Fetadand one by one, to the soil of need



Don't open your heart to ten fasts
On this oppression on this blackness betaz
that Cyrus is your great grandfather
The whole world was low before him

The silence of this time is an ax to our lives
Yes, it is wrong to indulge in wildness

Stand up until the oppression is destroyed
Full of laughter and passion, Iran, joy

The homeland of the heart of your ruins, Abad, wind
May the hearts of your people be happy forever

Come, my good friend from elementary school
I miss that hidden passion

Tear the web of loveless night
And remove the sadness from this house

Stand up until the storm is over
Iran should not be destroyed


Do not hesitate to destroy Iran

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