Dont ask what I am from the soil and the rain Why did I leave my home why I am a guest I start from my city. How I did at night I dont know tomorrow I dont ask what I want in your land now Why is I am out of my homeland No My custom was a filter and the love of the friend Where I washed my two hands to the blood of my comrade No my custom was a filter and the love of the friend Where I washed my two hands to the blood of my comrades No, no, no This water I drink Apart from Alborz Springs Apart from Irans soil No My custom was a filter and where did I wash my two hands to my comrades blood No My custom was my filth and my love love
