You know you're screwed when you're walking on shells
and fire's burning like a demon from hell
In your lungs, to your tongue


When a teacher does his to protect
but still a bullet finds its way to her chest

she said, "Burning, I'm burning!"

Feel the earth rumble no one's safe -

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


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

They said,

"Neda, don't be afraid, don't 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


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


"Neda, don't be afraid, don't 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


peace and love to all of you.