Black because the rose on the chest of the companions The love in the name of the hearts in the form of Iran
is both mourning the wounded tiredness disappointed and heartbroken sigh Still in our vein, the blood of tomorrow with the lovers of tomorrow, no sadness and no mourning Prison
Breaks like rose on the breasts of the companions The love of hearts in the form of a heart -shaped Iranian
frightened of bad and pain in the continuous dinner Read this Asian lion who is overwhelmed Suns uprising with peoples hands from sea waves and mountains and wheat
Iran
Infected. Although the enemys enemies polls The blood of your spouse to my childs blood , although the martyrs abdomen on the soil is still with us, say it is blown up to Zahak
because the rose on the chest of the companions the heart of the hearts in Iran.
