From the generation of the sun. From Mahdabs nectar From the peak of the peaks of the proud peaks Sun Light in my Charshavi Jar I am Aryan My Aryan ... My existence is a multitude of dust for centuries The tornadoes have been killed My Looking from my eyes It is My love and life My enemy is in whatever slave and servitude I am Aryan My Aryan ... My existence is a bunch of dust of all centuries The tornadoes have been killed My Look of Life from the eyes of the fountains and my life My enemy is in whatever slave and servitude Im Aryan Im Aryan ...
