Lyrics of Khaneyeh Sorkh Dariush In English

Home is red


Red and red alley and red street



is a burden of blood, a springs and red field


Ten to ten, the flag of anger that rises


Red Farm
Baghdad


The stem is from the whipping of the Red Winter


is not a horror from the masses



to this plain, the pride of the Red Hangers




Rossi
if this night is bad or red


Is



with you the greenery of self -sacrifice



The dominant of your hand is the blood of the Red Martyrs