Lyrics of Andisheh Koshtani Nist Dariush In English

Oh Oh Black There is no idea of ​​cultivation With the murder and prison sentence! Although all this tone In the caught cellar. Although the poem prohibited Although love is ... U nice to know soon These love generations With new thoughts Because the army of anemone From the shoulders of history Pour this despair With free hands, They are anti -aging ... These roots In the thirsty depth of the soil To make this house Thought and heartfelt ... These bloody hands These shadows of threats Is no longer our fears. Until the Morning Conquest of Hope Our look is tomorrow. Youre the past With us the anthem of Milad You are death! Oh Olive There is no idea of ​​cultivation This is our belief ...! Songwriter #Pouyan-Moghdisi Send by Morteza Rahmani Nejad