Your feeling is the conquest of pride and life , for the homeland that is awake, still the joy of the pictures of our martyrs, see their laughter on the wall, still the border of your world, the pulse of life, the sea and quiet city of the south , the blooming oysters of the Persian Gulf , the port of palms and birds, and in the evening,
we came to the walls of your stones, the hands that supported us, the alleys that reached the sea , the houses that were our refuge, your sense is the sense of pride and life, the embraces of all the peaks, the dream feeling. The sky of the city is on the roof of the land of birds, we are the stars of your world, we are at the
bottom of your eyes, we are disappearing,
we have written on the wall , we have written on the wall, we will be martyred in two hours, we will be martyred in two hours, we will be martyred in two hours.
