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Persian Rap Farsi
English Translation:
Religion
Nothing stayed with me other than loneliness,
I had a hard life and I learnt some lessons,
I am scared of nothing and no one,
There is not much to say any more,
It's all like nights of frost,
Its cold and nothing to keep you warm,
It's best to leave, searching for hope and the morrow,
It's best to leave this life that is darker than night,
I am fed up with my heart that's getting used to darkness,
I am fed up leaving when its the time to rain.
To answer the evil thoughts, the bigots who later invaded the obscure image of freedom,
Why should Mona*, the Iranian angel, be the gallows bird?
Yeah all I fear is that a predictable verdict,
Those shameless guards I fear,
Raid and take all what we have just like that,
Yes I had been born in Iran,
Where you are treated pathetically,
They knock you out, before you rise to your feet,
Yeah that happens when you are not like them,
Tell me what happened to all the peacefulness, all the culture we had?
It's only them who are right? Everyone else Kafir?
My wonderful dad, they accused him,
They handcuffed him, for t his religion,
I was punished, even in the schools,
If our window was broken,
They broke it on purpose,
Their fathers tell their sons " Don't go out with that guy, he is a Baha'i, he is a dirty dog."
If we were poor, if we had nothing to cook in the pan, we gathered and had it together, so the foe wouldn't think we starve,
This is the groaning of a red rose when it hails,
Being a minority stands for death in Iran,
Religion and belief is personal my brother!
People are so concerned with the braggings
of some shallow minded others,
So let go of hatred, let go of spite,
They key to success is only to unite,
Harmony, love, equality, that's what brings up together,
Bigotry is ignorance, it is not superiority,
Jealousy rages,
The gallows raid
Confound you man! If you do not a zealot!
I am alive; my time's not up yet,
Yet I feel that I'm wrapped in my funeral shrouds,
In my own motherland I was persecuted,
In a way that I chose to live in exile over staying on,
I'm not all sorrow stricken, maybe that's my destiny
Never God's planning has been unwise,
Remember that if the sword fails to slay you,
The wounds will heal and will make you stronger,
We are united, like the rings of a chain,
Your threatening will only make us stronger!
The Mona referred to in the song is Mona Mahmudnizhad, a young Baha'i who was executed by hanging in Shiraz along with 9 other women in 1983 - Mona was only 17 years old.
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