The sun rises with the Imam's voice,
call out to praise the day.
The day begins with the Allahtoyah's voice,
call out to seize the day.

People of peace live in fear,
people of hope live in dispair.
One day soon will be our time,
one day soon the day will come.

The day runs with it's usual pace,
voices mute in chatter buzz.
The day goes with it's usual bustle,
thoughts guarded from hooded eyes.

People of peace live in war,
people of hope live in darkness.
One day soon will be the day,
one day soon the fight will come.

Tune in to the broadcast,
radio waves can't be stopped.
It speaks to us in a manner,
none of us are use to.

When everybody lies,
truth is the revolution.
Bodiless voice, it must be God,
tune in to Radio Tehran.

The sun set on another day,
Imam's voice carries all.
The night comes over the sky,
sleep can't protect from fear.

People of peace live in fear,
people of hope live in dispair.
One day soon will be our time,
one day soon the day will come.

The night rises dark and loom,
black figures crash through doors.
Your neighbor's gone, dare don't ask,
'lest they be at your house next.

People of peace live in war,
people of hope live in darkness.
One day soon will be the day,
one day soon the fight will come.

Tune in to the broadcast,
radio waves can't be stopped.
It speaks to us in a manner,
none of us are use to.

When everybody lies,
truth is the revolution.
Bodiless voice, it must be God,
tune in to Radio Tehran.

01/16/2006