Lyrics of nameyi be rayis jomhoor Bahram In English

The problem of our people is really our kids hair right now
Well kids like to have their hair every way you do.
The government must regulate the economy
Relax the countrys space
Create mental security
Support our people
What are our young people. Wearing that clothing
or now our country problem is
that means our peoples problem is

I want to turn off my sore but I cant forget your words
When my pen and paper were in my hand, then write a letter to President
I want to turn off my letter but I couldnt forget my letter. President

Greetings Honorable President
To say this, I am the opportunity to listen
You listen to every taste
You will give me a few minutes
I am worried about the distorted history
Small. I would like to sleep
until my chest gets my dream stone
My life went to understand the next generation
I read it as if we are patching to the pain
I see my genius
I never imagine the nation
Sleep
Many when they were not shot dead with a
frame
I know my words are going to be a nation
The nation goes to the mosque to stimulate the shoes
God has so much claim
Irans eighteen -year -old daughter
The niche wants
Just the slogan you are looking for only until we sit down the Koran. Just pray
My word is a city -wide face
Break a wheel at midnight
Breathe this asphalt that smells blood
It was in my hand so I write a letter to the President
I want to turn off my sore but I cant forget your words
When my pen and paper were in my hand, then I write a letter to President

You said my government is calm? The situation and for the war
His words for me
I still have your hair sitting. I am amazed at why I was a guardian in the vein of zeal
I was a guardian who was going to be safety
but I am looking for me
I can accept it
or get it apparently finished
but without even getting the sophistication of the animal
My pen is strength even in the Zandon

I want to turn off my sore but I cant forget your words
When I was a pen and paper. And my paper was in my hand so I write a letter to the president