O my great love , O Part of the Eat Dirt .... Tired of Iran My Band Separate with hatred I say nothing but only of Iran
Your pain in our lives I dont see the disturbed In the way to the veterans I know the home with a fist Karb to Irans mouth
and you know I do not anger In your way, Iran I love you I am in love with love I love your love My birthday I am Iran Iran
With your youthful blood Your head to your soil is colorful and vibrant every flower in the grass of Iran Your loud scream rose from my eyes to say your pain with Irans words
because my words are in my heart Never hurt the sun
