دانلود آهنگ مسیح ایران

Her name was Iran

Not a flag.

Not a border.

A woman

Who has cried too many nights.

Iran,

You haven’t slept for days.

Too many voices

Faded from your streets.

Forty and more hearts

Stopped without goodbye.

Forty and more homes

Dimmed their lights that night.

They said, “Be silent.”

They said, “Don’t ask why.”

But hunger has a voice,

And so does a broken cry.

Iran…

Why did no one say why?

Why does blood fall

For a piece of bread, for a simple life?

Iran…

Why did no answer come?

Why were tired hearts

Taken away, one by one?

Iran,

Five thousand years strong,

From ancient dust

Where we belong.

Rich in the ground,

Rich in the name,

But empty plates

Still feel the same.

Oil in the earth,

Gold in the sand,

Yet tired hands

Across the land.

Kids grow fast

In shoes too small,

Learning young

How giants fall.

Iran…

You are still breathing.

With a shattered heart

But still believing.

Iran…

We call your name

Not for politics,

But for life,

And to ask again:

Why did no one say why?

Why does blood fall

For a piece of bread, for a simple life?

Iran...

Why did no answer come?

Why were tired hearts

Taken away, one by one?