Sing when dawn comes from your voice
Homeland, new, شود be young, estimate another breath
On the map of the homeland, sounds like slow travel
The desert turns green and rises from the Caspian Sea
Out of fear and trembling, cross borders slowly,
The endless spring was beautiful
When the wave of those songs comes from the shores
Purple buds sprouted from the grove
An eternal spring whose style and fragrance
From the green patience of our garden, he estimated the victory flower
The blackness of the homeland passed away, the young dawns blew
Chou estimated the lightning of the songs from the evil night
Wash your hair at night
In that infinitely clear tail if estimated
Your voice is the road that goes
To the garden of our passion, we weigh the dawn
Sing from your voice, in the sky of our garden
A thousand young moons re-filled
The ambassador of happiness of the homeland, the whistle of your songs
Sing when dawn comes from your voice.
