Текст и перевод песни Mansour - Tarikhe Iran

Tarikhe Iran

سَرِ کِلاسِ بَچگيمون
رو نيمکَتهاي چوبيـه سَرد
جُغرافيا تَغيير ميکَرد
تو دَفتَرِ جُغرافيامون
هي نَقشهمونو پاک کَرديم
هَربار کُوچِکتَر کِشيديم
هِي خاکِمونو خاک کَرديم
مَشقامونو بَد خَط نِوِشتيم
چيزي نَفَهميديم اَز اين دَرد
وَقتي زَبونِ مادَريمون
رو کاغَذامون گِريه ميکرد
حَرفي بِزَن ايرانِ خوبَم
بُغضِ صِداتو دوستدارَم
دِلگيرَم اَز تاريخت
اَما جُغرافياتو دوستدارَم
دَريا به دَريا زَخم خوردي
ساحِل به ساحِل دَرد ديدي
مَن چي بِگَم اَز تو کِه قَدِ
ما دَردِمون اِينه کِه ديگه
شاهي مِثلِ کوروش نَديديم
اَز تَرسِ شَب يک عُمره حَتي
حَتي يهروزِ خوش نَديديم
حَرفي بِزَن ايرانِ خوبَم
بُغضِ صِداتو دوستدارَم
دِلگيرَم اَز تاريخت
اَما جُغرافياتو دوستدارَم

History of Iran

At our childhood classroom
On those cold wooden desks
Geography kept changing
In our geography notebook
We kept erasing our maps
We kept drawing them smaller
We kept diminishing our country
We wrote our exercises in bad handwriting
We didn't understand anything from this pain
When the languague of our mother
Cried on our papers
Say something, my beloved Iran
I love the choking voice of yours
I'm resentful of your history
But I love your geography
You were wounded from sea to sea
You suffered from beach to beach
What can I say about you, you whose age
Our pain is that we no longer
Saw a king like Cyrus
Out of fear of the night, for a lifetime
We didn't see even a single happy day
Say something, my beloved Iran
I love the choking voice of yours
I'm resentful of your history
But I love your geography