Black because the rose on the chest of the companions The love of the hearts in the form of Iran
is both a tired mourning and the wounded and the heart of the wounded and the wounded sigh still in our vein. Hope with the lovers of tomorrow, not the sadness of the night Because the rose on the breasts of the companions The love of the heart in the form of a heart -shaped Iranian
The horror of the bad and the pain in the continuous dinner Read this Asian lion that is overwhelmed The uprising of the sun from the sea waves to the plains and the mountains and the wheat Enemy Peninsula To your wifes blood to my babys blood Although you are a martyr on the soil Kaveh is still with yogurt, tell us to shoot Zahak
