, greetings to the sky of fake bah dama and bandet, greetings to the width of your arband, greetings to alborz and your band, greetings to the sky of fak with mount damavand, greetings , come and tell me from the dawn of tomorrow, open a window of the spectacle . tell me, from the dawn of tomorrow, open a window to watch may magdeh sing with me again about that spring that is not there , a happy dream in the name of diyar, to the feet of patient iran. staying with hope for its people, telling its flag to give a kiss, iran, the heartbeat of my soul, iran , your pure name is on my tongue. come and tell me that from the dawn of tomorrow, open a window from tamasha to majdeh , sing with me again, from that spring that is not a dream, and dawn will come again to the light of our hope, a dawn bright from the loving breath of our martyr. a dawn from a bright presence from distant horizons, its light from the rain of hope and its soul from joy, you are iran, my soul, my heart, iran , the name of pak, my language is iran. it is printed in dollars, dear iran. in the name of allah, the most mer

sahlai arvandt, greetings to alborz and alvandt, greetings to the sky, fange, bah deva bandet, greetingsarbandt, greetings to alborz and alvandt, greetings to the sky, peke with mount damavandt, riding hoho

bandet with the temperature mountain hello , or say, from the dawn of tomorrow, a window will open from tamasha, or say, from the dawn of tomorrow, a window will open from tamasha , sing with me again. from that spring that does not have a happy dream, to sing in the name of the country , to be patient with its people, to give hope to its flag , to give a kiss to its flag, to comfort iran. your dust come on my tongue, tell me from the dawn of tomorrow , open a window from watching to magdeh, sing with me again about that spring that is not there, my dream will come again to the light of our hope, a bright dawn from the loving breath of our martyr, a dawn from a bright presence, from far-off horizons his light is from the rain of hope and his life is from your happiness iran is happy with me. nojdeh rain to the breath. the voice of the desert to the dry vein of the trees was to the tired night of ivan bresan bast. taran to the trembling heart, to the desire of winter, to the struggle of the street, to the fever of the troubled soul, open, dear guests, to the tired heart of the world, put

bandet's preference was the presence of compatriots in the conversation with our reporter, the elevation of the homeland for tomorrow and love and devotion to the martyrs and leadership. we are the mother of hosseini irshad, one of the centers of special vote in tehran, a crowd that has been present here since the early hours of the special day. in almost the same way, there are long groups that have formed outside hosseiniyeh , and there is almost a similar crowd inside. islamic republic of iran, let's convey the message that we always on stage and i am an iranian, i have a duty to vote . i came for the sake of my country , for the sake of the testimonies, for the sake of my leader. every vote is a vote for the system, a vote for our beliefs, and a vote for our revolution. i present myself to my martyred president, we participate so that the islamic republic system remains stable. we do it for the love of the leader and for the love of the martyrs . i am voting for the sake of my leader and the prosperity of my country and my duty is to serve the system and revolution of the islamic rep