It was the sound of glass and it was stone
, it was the ominous owl of war, it was a night
of pregnancy, the pain and the battle
of war with the enemy imposed on us, on the
heads of innocent young and old, on the
defenseless women and children
, unaware, without interruption, without talking from
the earth and the sky,
this was the sound of glass and stone
, the ominous owls marqa was war,
fire and blood engulfed the city, the
city smelled of blood, etc The womans life was ashes,
so it was a migration to the city of pain and smoke, and there was a migration and there was a migration, there was a migration of
childless mothers, there was a migration without a village, there was a migration of
babies without a swaddle, the migration of the people of the
alleys of the garden of the city, the memory of the migration, surrender
to everything
that the wind was blowing from the sky, the sea of fire was overthrown
, from the earth, the sea of
blood, fire and dust took the heart of
Karun River, the color of the Karun River. And the smell of blood became the blood on the
palate of the plain and the foot of the stream,
oh Khorramshahr became a
bloody city, oh Khorramshahr became a bloody city, oh Khorramshahr became a bloody city, the arsonists of the world, the war was closed, the
color
of the painter was closed, what should be made of the dam, there is no need to make it to this
square
, they piled the bag of rain from their heads, they thought the plain of lions was
empty, they gave
it such a grudge, wings,
arrows, arrows, blades, maces, and daggers,
this was the sound of glass. And it was a stone, it was
a sinister owl, it was a war,
fire and blood engulfed the city, the
city smelled of blood and ashes, thorns
went from all directions in the heart of Iran,
whether with Mehran or with Soumar, the
soil was full of sorrow, the sorrow was rampant, the
sweet palace had the life of Farhad,
the life of a woman, so to the city of pain and smoke,
the people of the alleys of the garden of the city, the
memory of the migration, surrender to everything that the wind of
the Iranian nation roared, restless,
the nation of Rostam Dil And Arash Tabar,
the Kavehs, the Creators of the Martyrs, the Warriors, the Martyrs, the
Lovers, the Warriors, the Liberators, the Warriors
, the MartyrThe city of Khorramshahr became bloody again
