E: let me scream your sorrow my countryman E: so you how crazy I’m in love with you
E: sleeping on the sorrowful blood my Iran E: How sparing is roaring of Tangestan’s lions E: bullets and lash for my mutual blood (His people as his family) E: wounds of bullets in my friends’ hearts E: uhhh, wounds of bullets in my friends’ hearts E: my countryman getup, you oh the one who shares a grief with me E: in your hand there is whinger, and mine is a guitar E: draw on alleys’ walls with your blood E: I give up my life, but my soil (Iran) is not going to die E: draw on alleys’ walls with your blood; I give up my life, but my soil (Iran) is not going to die E: I’m thirsty, thirsty for the North’s water (in Iran) E: I’m in love, in love with pebbles’ of Kavir (kind of desert in Iran) E: my desire is to win on the great day E: my stone grave is going to be from the old Alborz’s stone (the mountain in north of Iran) E: uhhh, my stone grave is going to be from the old Alborz’s stone E: sleeping on the sorrowful blood my Iran E: How sparing is roaring of Tangestan’s lions E: bullets and lash for my mutual blood (His people as his family) E: wounds of bullets in my friends’ hearts