the president's program is broadcast by khabar channel, look at kharshid. who is laughing, say hellotomorrow, hello to the future, look at the smiling sun , say hello to tomorrow, hello to the future. first, it is iran's chihalcheli who says that our face has become old, then the revolution of the new people, the cat of our plan has become milk, the cat of our plan has become milk together with one flag we tied the heart to the country. there is no opponent in the world as long as we are together. look at the smiling sun. say hello to tomorrow. hello to the future . look at the smiling sun. say hello to tomorrow. hello to. the future. you don't get tired, tiredness doesn't mean anything to us if there is no flow, there is no way to the sea . that lion's heart that comes is the quality of our treasure. wherever there is a test, there is our footprint. you are the land of the heart that has no width . our story is love, love has no boundaries . today, wherever we are, we are higher tomorrow. believe me , we will reach the place where the limit of your belief was. ha ro we will erase th

look at the sun. who is laughing, say hello to tomorrow, hello to the future, look to kharshid , theage day of agha imam reza, peace be upon him.

look at the sun. who is laughing, say hello to tomorrow, hello to the future, look to kharshid, the pilgrimage day of agha imam reza, peace be upon him, safarorhai endhari is laughing at the independence of iraq. with pride, greetings from the reporter, today, the 14th of july 1403, we present to your kind eyes until around 8 o'clock, the glory of you, the pride of you, the sorrow of the world, far away from you, the excitement of watching, you are flightless, with your heart, the sea is called a bright night. your name is my name, the most spectacular sky, a burdened star, wounded by the love of my homeland . when your voice, i have to ask you, the love of my homeland . you, too, should read from you. take me gently with you to the gardens of the last bastion. to the dream of the love street with the perfume of a full tulip, the good feeling of the rain, the cry of reliani, the privacy of that era, you are iranian, you are iranian, and wounded by the love of my homeland, i need your voice. i have to stay by my side, poetry and wisdom of my homeland, when your voice, i have to sing from you, a