Iran, my land
From the bay colored by blood to your tall magnificent mountains
Crazy dogs are rampaging

Iran, my land
Watch how the disgusting hyenas are plowing you down with clumps of blood in your rich soil
Watch how the clear water of your inner is sucked down in the sewer water that is imperialism

But Iran, my land
I swear, I sweat to face
the silence of your night
with the sound of bullets
and the cold of your night
with the heat of bullets
and the darkness in your night
with the light of bullets
and the silence of your night
with the sound of bullets
and the cold of your night
with the heat of bullets
and the darkness in your night
with the light of bullets

But Iran, my land
I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear