["Ma Yademoon Nemire" (We Won't Forget) by Fadaei]
[Verse 1]
Woman puts her finger on the trigger of truth
Life is light; it doesn't darken under the shadow of fear
Freedom is inseparable from us, like a piece of our soul
We won't forget the stitches of Iran
Nights when blood replaced the rain
Spilled on the streets
In broad daylight, we saw nightmares
Live bullets, pellets, and batons
Our vengeance is as vast as a mountain
We won't forget
They pushed our youth into minefields
Now these killers of Iran want blood money
We had water lilies instead of [their] black tulips
Persepolis and the poets of Shiraz
We won't forget
The Kumayl prayer wasn't broadcasted on the [TV] channel
Dubai's saliva wasn't mixed in the Persian Gulf
The day when your holy book got crumpled
Canopus will shine again in the sky
So many of our asylum seekers strangled in the darkness of the sea
They dilute the truth on the channel; their debates are like water in a glass
The sky is artificial, the clouds are imaginary
The executioner has counted so much that he has become a master in arithmetic
You blinded our eyes, but we still see
You cloaked reptiles, we'll cut off your tail
Baluchis, Gilaks, Mazanis, Bakhtiaris, Azeris, Lors, and Kurds
Together, we'll take Iran back from you
[Verse 1]
Woman puts her finger on the trigger of truth
Life is light; it doesn't darken under the shadow of fear
Freedom is inseparable from us, like a piece of our soul
We won't forget the stitches of Iran
Nights when blood replaced the rain
Spilled on the streets
In broad daylight, we saw nightmares
Live bullets, pellets, and batons
Our vengeance is as vast as a mountain
We won't forget
They pushed our youth into minefields
Now these killers of Iran want blood money
We had water lilies instead of [their] black tulips
Persepolis and the poets of Shiraz
We won't forget
The Kumayl prayer wasn't broadcasted on the [TV] channel
Dubai's saliva wasn't mixed in the Persian Gulf
The day when your holy book got crumpled
Canopus will shine again in the sky
So many of our asylum seekers strangled in the darkness of the sea
They dilute the truth on the channel; their debates are like water in a glass
The sky is artificial, the clouds are imaginary
The executioner has counted so much that he has become a master in arithmetic
You blinded our eyes, but we still see
You cloaked reptiles, we'll cut off your tail
Baluchis, Gilaks, Mazanis, Bakhtiaris, Azeris, Lors, and Kurds
Together, we'll take Iran back from you
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