Ahmadabad give me back to Mossadegh Where are you
Ahmadabad give me back to Mossadegh Where are you
Two hands are the man of two hands?
The breath of the shortness of the war and the stigma
Oh Mossadegh
After you dignity became a tree
After you Aras was drowned in Samad
After you on the lifeless blood hills
It broken
The pens were broken
No profit
No river
There were three things
It was a bullet
It was a bullet
It was a bullet
There were three things
It was a bullet
It was a bullet
It was a bullet
There were three things
گلوله بود
It was a bullet
It was a bullet
