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Lyrics English:
Verse 1:
It's quiet everywhere
Still, I hear my own heartbeats,
I swear in the sacred name of Iran, in the name of its pure earth and waters,
That silence is a sin!
And I will put it all off my chest,
That way might break free from the sorrow,
Cause I don't want to feel ashamed of myself like guys out there,
The guys out there saying" Why I had been blindfolded for 30 years??"
So you people are ashamed of yourselves? SO am I! Perhaps even more than you!
Where were all of you when Mona kissed the gallows rope?
She wore the shrouding instead of bride's gown,
Now go explain to those ignorant ones,
That killing and invasion is not right, it's evil!
You would know that good enough if you were humane,
You are going to pay for your deeds here in this world,
Why should three teachers be in the prison?
Now all of you together say "O Thou God from Whom relief and help is sought most urgently Prayer for Urgent Needs

hook ( x2)
There are things here that I want to say,
That might chase away my sorrow,
It's my right to speak out: Don't you ask me to compromise!
There had always been a voice calling upon me from above,
I have pledged Myself not to forgive any mans injustice

verse 2:
They tell me not to sing of politics, of religion,
Alright then, sit down; let me tell you of my childhood,
Let me tell you how they hurt my roots, my stems,
You tell me yourself, from where should I begin my letter of sorrow?
Should I start from executions, stoning, and waves of unrest?
Or the slogans written on the walls, or the insults?
Should I begin the story with my being expelled from the school as I scored the best?
Or until I was 7, sleeping on a wet mattress?
To prevent the nightmares keeping an open pair of scissors under my pillow?
I prefer to go to hell, since all the idle haajis are in heaven
I recall my school teacher, the one of religion,
With the mark of prostration on his forehead,
The same teacher who forced this impure student, To do the noon's prayers,
And what I did was praying toward my own holy place, in that scared direction,
And what he did was insanely kicking me out,

hook (x2)

verse 3:
The regret I bear has bloomed from within, and the flowers of love which were once blooming,
Just withered,
My destiny so far had been but discrimination,
They hate me so much because I am Baha'i,
I swear in the name of anything you believe in, that I am Irani! [ Iranian]
In my songs how can I reflect the games reality played?
That the lock of our shop they would adorn with bullshit?
You killed grandpa in the days you kept him imprisoned,
At least have mercy on the tombstone of his grave!
In the dirt of the bodies you see the roots of hatred,
As long as the meaning of love is lust, as long as it means temporary marriage!
Condolences instead of blessings and greetings,
Yeah this year is named after hatred, after curing,
There is much discount in the sales of cruelty and flames,
Our happy Iran is now like "the house of grievance!
I wish I could sleep some 300 years like the men of the cave!
Cause the oppressors don't have mercy on men, nor on a blooming plant. (less info)