A keresés eredménye

Liberation

It's winter, it's cold again,
All Iran is full of pain again,
All prisoners' nights are cold,
God's furious, it's raining blood,
Glass of the closed doors is broken,
Cold has settled on the thatched arch,
All are hopeful of tear warmth,
Tear of eyes is plunged in blood though,
Face of sun falls on the water,
I remember this, dad used to say it,
One day it will be finally our turn too,
Dad's dead, stay with me mom,
You died dad, but I'm alive
I'm waiting for the liberation day,
For the day my Iran is liberated,
Not one prisoner to remain in its prisons,
The same day we have not one prisoner,
Everywhere booming, we have no destruction,
Instead of pain and hate,
We plant saplings of love and liberty in our hearts,
Sing with me my exhaused friend,
From now once again in every lane and quarter,
We plant flower instead of gallows,
Sing with me, stay fully awake.
 

The Refugee

Yesterday was my birthday,
No one kissed me,
 
No one sent a flower,
 
No one greeted me,
 
From the cloudy sky,
 
Rain drops were falling,
On my cheeks,
 
Dripping of pearls,
 
No one saw my tears,
 
In the street and alley,
 
No one familiar,
 
No one of the same language,
I'm a refugee,
 
Lonely without any neighbor,
A silent passer-by,
 
Someone without any shadow,
Only war, and only war, and only war,
 
I feel missing my home,
 
I've a dear one, and I'm anxious about her,
 
Why the flame of war isn't put out,
 
I've fled from war,
From the brutal people,
 
I feel so much missing,
For our doves,
 
I'm a guest on this land,
 
I'm devastated for the nest,
 
I'm counting the moments,
 
Till I'm back at my home.
 

Crows City

Candle, fog, and butterfly are distressed,
Homeland's flowers are thoroughly withered,
In the castle of sultans of gold, power and hypocrisy,
Every coward and footlocker is a master,
A sheikh talking about man's rank and grandeur,
Yet they are the worst in every aspect,
Yesterday, they were seeking dignity,
Today, they are so dogged and brutal,