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Iranian student protest video and translation
Flash video of protests in Iran with translations
http://www.siahsepid.com/18tir.htm
We are alive, so we will not be silent. We are like a wave, that if we stay still we shall die.
While we wait for the approach of the anniversary of the bloody 18th of Te’r, in solidarity with each other, unified we’ll scream for freedom and hope in our hearts for a free and rebuilt country.
From Black&White, as a gift to all my school friends
‘School Friends’ sung by Jhamsheed Jham
My school friend, you are in my thoughts
Like the teachers ruler pounding our heads, you share the sadness with me
Our names were engraved on the black board
The real whips of injustice are scared on our bodies now
This uncultured land of ours, all of its grasses have turned to weeds
Whether its good or whether it’s bad, the souls of its people have died
Your and my hands together must rip this courtain away
Who else can deliver us from this pain but you and me
Poem on the wall: Yellow flowers, yellow flowers, yellow flowers (sadness)
Lets cry together from this headache
For as long as the reigns of power are in the hands of the unjust, they will continue to oppress us.
Sign1: Execute
Sign2: 50 years of resistance
Sign3: Referendum Referendum
In the hope of Iranians to rebuild, and bring freedom and peace
We are alive, so we will not be silent. We are like a wave, that if we stay still we shall die.
While we wait for the approach of the anniversary of the bloody 18th of Te’r, in solidarity with each other, unified we’ll scream for freedom and hope in our hearts for a free and rebuilt country.
From Black&White, as a gift to all my school friends
‘School Friends’ sung by Jhamsheed Jham
My school friend, you are in my thoughts
Like the teachers ruler pounding our heads, you share the sadness with me
Our names were engraved on the black board
The real whips of injustice are scared on our bodies now
This uncultured land of ours, all of its grasses have turned to weeds
Whether its good or whether it’s bad, the souls of its people have died
Your and my hands together must rip this courtain away
Who else can deliver us from this pain but you and me
Poem on the wall: Yellow flowers, yellow flowers, yellow flowers (sadness)
Lets cry together from this headache
For as long as the reigns of power are in the hands of the unjust, they will continue to oppress us.
Sign1: Execute
Sign2: 50 years of resistance
Sign3: Referendum Referendum
In the hope of Iranians to rebuild, and bring freedom and peace
For more information:
http://www.siahsepid.com/18tir.htm
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