You dont know what the pain is the air that our itself does not have the habit You dont know how hard it is to get the homeland Cold and alien to hear I and Iran are a dust and a juice Never be separated from each other I and Iran. You dont know what the pain is the air that our itself does not have the habit of you dont know how hard it is to get the homeland Cold and alien to hear here is no longer comrade Comrade and well -being We are not worn out of our job Not
Who called us the enemy of the people Who separated us from all the people Our son of this juice and dust K when called us the enemy of the people Who called us the enemy of the people
Who called us the enemy Who separated us from all our people Kurdish
No more the voice that you sing No more poet who doesnt go in poetry We got our song from your sadness If we read except for your heart, we are a dust and I am a dirt and we are a separate water Never be
No more the sound that you sing No more poet who doesnt go in poetry Our songwriting we got from your sadness If we read except for your heart I and Iran are a dirt and a juice Lets be Never be separate from each other Never be separated.
