The stranger buries to me O, O who burns the homeland The alien to my ethnicity My free soil is laundered Still blood and sacrifice in my veins Still chest of lead and leisure wounds Still not loudly In the dormant plain at the end of the century and in the mirror of Pirn Although the answer is the hot tone of the pistol but the light of hope is along the alley
Still Alborz rocks still see whining Still in the shadows Still. There is Still in the streets of the streets Still feeling self -sacrifice in my veins Still the chest of lead and iron wounds
Sadness and pain to my tired land without any particle I am rooted in you If I still give up, if I still do my bracelet The string is in the role of the shadows Still the flag of Kaveh on the ceiling of the Asmone Still Arash Bad Arash Still, the sense of self -sacrifice in my veins Still, the chest of lead and iron wounds is still home to the sound of the crowns
