موزیک ویدئویی زیبا از دختر جوان اهل هاوایی، به یاد ندا آقاسلطان
NEDA
You know youre screwed when youre walking on shells
and fires burning like a demon from hell
In your lungs, to your tongue
and fires burning like a demon from hell
In your lungs, to your tongue
When a teacher does his best to protect
but still a bullet finds its way to her chest
she said, Burning, Im burning!
but still a bullet finds its way to her chest
she said, Burning, Im burning!
Feel the earth rumble no ones safe -
on the streets of Tehran
on the streets of Tehran
You can take my eyes
But leave your stones in your gardens
Your rivers, your roads
You can take my eyes
You can claim that the way I dress
is offensive to your God
But leave your stones in your gardens
Your rivers, your roads
You can take my eyes
You can claim that the way I dress
is offensive to your God
They want you gone and silent,
declare you a martyr and let the streets run violent
Do your best to comply
a pension for your lies
declare you a martyr and let the streets run violent
Do your best to comply
a pension for your lies
They said,
Neda, dont be afraid, dont be afraid
Neda, stay with me, stay!
Neda, dont be afraid, dont be afraid
Neda, stay with me, stay!
You can take my eyes
But leave your stones in your gardens
Your rivers, your roads
You can take my eyes
You can claim that the way I dress
is offensive to your God
But leave your stones in your gardens
Your rivers, your roads
You can take my eyes
You can claim that the way I dress
is offensive to your God
I am responsible
I know that now
The laws are so simple;
you let what you allow
I know that now
A voice should be heard
You showed me why and how
I know that now
The laws are so simple;
you let what you allow
I know that now
A voice should be heard
You showed me why and how
Neda, dont be afraid, dont be afraid
Neda, stay with me, stay!
Neda, stay with me, stay!
You can take my eyes
But leave your stones in your gardens
Your rivers, your roads
You can take my eyes
You can claim that the way I dress
is offensive to your God
But leave your stones in your gardens
Your rivers, your roads
You can take my eyes
You can claim that the way I dress
is offensive to your God
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