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/ - نافرمانی مدنی