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Here is Iran

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Here is Iran, A 7000 year old cat
Who lives till it has raw oil
 
Here is a four seasoned country (has all the weathers and rich bioms) but in the heart of its people
It's just the snow of the winter of capitalists
 
Here, mirrors don't show you to you
Look where the cat took me, [so far that] I tell
 
People all walk in their dreams and wishes
They write the destiny for each other
 
Here, the gallow is the punishment for any miss deed
The word 'acting' is the meaning of 'respect'
 
Here, shame is a CD in the hands of your kid
The only hand that takes your hand is the hands of remorse
 
Here, my religion is the reason for my dirty works
You are a criminal and you sentenced your body to imprisonment
 
What do you want to hear from this man
'Sister, put a shroud on your head so I don't get turned on?'
 
Here, the front rows of prayers are only for posts and ranks
The connections blew [the value of] science and experience
 
Here, put on a beard and close your top buttons and your job gets done smoothly
Sheat your dagger and get in the fight scene
 
Here, even speaking of facts is not permitted (rapping is not allowed in Iran)
You have so many problems that you cannot even focus
 
Here, [even] a 10-year-old kid wields a machete
[and now] it's the illness of westernization that hit the generation
 
Here is the soil of my ancestors, My Iran
It keeps getting more ruined every day
 
Why you are used to having the threat of a whip constantly on your back,
when you don't have a star in your night
 
Write down with the blood of starless people
Write down from a youngster who has a prison in his path
 
Write down that it's our destiny to become homeless/vagabond/miserable
Here is Iran, the cat of/at the heart (centre) of the Earth
 
Here, they don't live, they just breathe
They taste the blood of their own brother just on a whim
 
Here, our grandmothers don't tell stories
For the kids are about the end of the story themselves
 
Here, they prefer indebtedness over being hardworking
They even fight over a seat in the subway train
 
Here, the ears of people worship motos
They tell each other you won't find a wilder person than me
 
For the healthy hobby of the youth is smoking cigarettes
Banging girls is just for out of boredom
 
Here is Iran and it's beautiful only from the birds' eyes view (looks like a cat from above, the cat metaphor comes from this)
When you get inside it, there are some topics that is hard not to talk about
 
Here, the only place to talk about politics is in a cab
Even the engineers of the country are just putting shine on people's shoes [as their job instead of being employed]
 
Here, all of our elites took scholarships to be in the west
Even if they want to leave, they have to reason with their hearts to accept it
 
Here, everybody behaves like soldiers
Even the birds don't feel like flying
 
Here, everybody has one god to pray to
Nobody thinks of you as long as you are alive
 
Next to every straight path, there are thousands of dead ends
You have no future because Iran's generation is ill
 
Till you start moving the ones behind run you over
So easily hardships make you old
 
It's my eyes that get wet from sorrow once again
I drop the pen my hand has no energy in it anymore
 
Only with proceeding in the path, you can reach somewhere
Here, for reaching [the wishes you have] there is no other way but to go (leave the country)
 
Here is the soil of my ancestors, My Iran
It keeps getting more ruined every day
 
Why you are used to having the threat of a whip constantly on your back,
when you don't have a star in your night
 
Write down with the blood of starless people
Write down from a youngster who has a prison in his path
 
Write down that it's our destiny to become homeless/vagabond/miserable
Here is Iran, the cat of/at the heart (centre) of the Earth
 

Your love shivers my heart

Your love shivers my heart
Let my feeling wholly of love and emotions on you
Only you, who has this crown of emotions
And this is your place
 
Your love is the joy of a long night
And the taste of your lips is the taste of my love
It gives happiness to my heart
And this is your place
 
I want you

The castaway

Like a castaway on the sea foamed waves,
like a boat without oars I am like without thee.
 
Thou has a heart of iron otherwise it doesn’t explain
without cause to a body thou to has to tyrannise.
 

Iran, Iran

In my heart and soul, you'll stay O homeland
Trampled the heart that doesn't tremble for you
The expression of this love, can't fit in words
That, for your sublime love, no worth the whole world 1
 
O Iran Iran, far from your clean skirt2, the hand of aliens, the wicked aliens
O the burning love, O my sweetest dream, you stay, in the heart and soul
O Iran Iran, your green field of flowers, far from the looting of fall, the cruelty of time
O the shining love, O the illustrator of my world to the world, you stay3
 
The greenish of the hundreds grass field, the redness of my blood,
The whiteness of dawn, sitting on your flag
The expression of this love, can't fit in the words
Stay that forever my being is attached to your existence
 
O Iran Iran, far from your skirt, the hand of aliens, the wicked aliens
O the burning love, O my sweetest dream, you stay, in the heart and soul
O Iran Iran, your green field of flowers, far from the looting of fall
O the shining love, O the illustrator of my world to the world, you stay
 

• 1. =I don't exchange the whole world for your love
• 2. = periphery
• 3. Viva, Long Live, Last