woman, life, freedom

Let us weave our roots together,
into an endless carpet and spread it out.
Let us roar and run like a wild river.
Let us sing zan, zendegi, azadi
Our hands are inseprable.
The fire that bursts from our seedlings can never be dimmed.
no shadow will veil our faces,
no dam will choke our throats,
as we sing: zan, zendegi, azadi