My Heritage of Iran Sam and Nariman I Cyrus does not die until I am the guardian of Iran and not on the wind. Sadness
pity pity of you Our Irans pity The heritage of Arias people was killed and killed The nation was mourned Following the worse freedom Iran and not on the wind. The ground
We suffered a lot in the thirty years Where did I say Ajam So where is Persian
pity O we, O we, Irans pity, Iran Arya Arya My Heritage of Iran Sam and Nariman, Cyrus Cyrus I am a guardian To God, this simple nation and do not hurt it Long live and dead Iran and do not be on the wind It is not your pity I pity the youth of your homeland
pity pity, O Iran, I am a pity of the people of Aria Pity nation and do not hurt it.
