There’s no other way
Women sacrificed themselves first for you, Iran,
They tried to lift the veils from your eyes,
To heat up your frozen blood
By the fear of that fifty year old whip…
They tried to wake you up
Before they could wrap around your throat
The rope of poverty, too…
Now the rope is on its last knot
And you’re out on the streets, drowning in your own blood,
Conscient at last, that there’s no other way,
Freedom always has a very high price…
