Iran Listen to my tired voice O Iran I hear my tired tracheal complaint O Iran Singing Yellow Storms Singing Thunder and Winds and Rains My Singing Singing Iran is sad My love, my love and love. I say Your bowel, tears drowned in your blood The anger of Karvant Carvant in my mind is no longer the lush rosary Even Kavart is lush autumn What other gardens like Paradise Your You are in the fall of your fate Sun Parva dont know that in the end of my Iran you know your failed enemy but that you are not standing I know it is not to fall I am a reminder of my reminder O Kukabat History of Historic Sue The source of your mirror Blood that flows from your deep wound from our hearts also the bell rang with you to the sea with you I am a reminder of my reminder I
