The tired swallows of June
whistled the kind hearts
of the loss of the rags, we drag the earth full to the ashion, the air is cold, the heart is filled with pain, the cruel treasure is all yellow, the
leaves are
all yellow, we return
to the nest, tired
immigrants who have broken the
sorrows of homesickness of our hearts, the sorrows of homesickness of our
hearts broken
, we fill Iran
with anemone flowers,
hundreds of thousands
of birds in love
.We feather to Iran,
anemone flowers,
hundreds of thousands
of birds in love, birds in love, lovers of the
Qibla, dreams of our dreams, Iran is our
Kaaba, love
and faithfulness is our Iran, our
life and souls are our Iran, the
soil of Iran is gold,
the way of Iran is gold, the path of Iran is
God,
the soil of Iran is gold, the soil of Iran is
full of perfume and flowers,
where is the path of Iran, the
friend of Iran is God, we return to the
nest
, tired immigrants
who are sad. The homesickness of
our hearts is broken
, the sorrows of the homesickness of
our hearts are broken, we drag the feathers to Iran, we drag the anemones to Iran, we draw the flowers of the anemones, the flowers of the anemones, the flowers of the dreams, the
birds of love, the Qibla, the dreams of Iran, the
Kaaba, the
love and loyalty of Iran,
our love and faith, our Iran, our
life and souls, our Iran, the
soil of Iran, the soil of Iran, the gold, the perfume
and the
grass, where is the way of Iran?
The friend of Iran is God, the
soil of Iran is gold, full
of perfume and flowers
, where is the path of Iran, the
friend of Iran, the air is cold, the heart is full of pain, the cruel treasure is beaten, the
leaves are all yellow, the
leaves are all yellow
, the tired swallows of June
, the sweet heart
of the hand of the rampant of the earth
, we drag it to the ashes,
we drag it to the ashes.
