Neda was a young girl
She would not wear the hijab
She walked out on the streets of Tehran
To join the madding crowd
She felt a burning fire in her chest
And her blood began to flow
You will not defeat the people
When their lust for freedom grows
Down down go the concrete statues
Watch the faceless soldiers run
You will not defeat the people
With the bullets from your guns
Neda was a young girl
Her eyes were black as coal
She walked out on to the streets of Tehran
To take back some control
Watch her father with her face in his hands
Scream her name out to the sky
You will not defeat the people
When they learn that they can fly
Neda was a young girl
She would not wear the hijab
She walked out on the streets of Tehran
To join the madding crowd
You will not defeat the people
When it's freedom that they know
You will not defeat the people
Crying Neda in the streets
You will not defeat the people
Crying Neda in their sleep.
She would not wear the hijab
She walked out on the streets of Tehran
To join the madding crowd
She felt a burning fire in her chest
And her blood began to flow
You will not defeat the people
When their lust for freedom grows
Down down go the concrete statues
Watch the faceless soldiers run
You will not defeat the people
With the bullets from your guns
Neda was a young girl
Her eyes were black as coal
She walked out on to the streets of Tehran
To take back some control
Watch her father with her face in his hands
Scream her name out to the sky
You will not defeat the people
When they learn that they can fly
Neda was a young girl
She would not wear the hijab
She walked out on the streets of Tehran
To join the madding crowd
You will not defeat the people
When it's freedom that they know
You will not defeat the people
Crying Neda in the streets
You will not defeat the people
Crying Neda in their sleep.
Contributed by The Lone Ranger - 2010/8/5 - 13:11
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Teheran, 20 giugno 2009.
Le elezioni presidenziali in Iran hanno appena confermato il presidente uscente Ahmadinejād, ma l’opposizione e la comunità internazionale denunciano i pesanti brogli commessi. La gente, soprattutto giovani, scende in strada a protestare. Neda Salehi Agha-Soltan ha 27 anni ed è una studentessa in filosofia. Anche lei è in strada a protestare quando, lontano dagli scontri che si stanno verificando, viene colpita a morte da un proiettile sparatole da un basij, un membro dei gruppi paramilitari usati dai pasdaran, i guardiani della rivoluzione khomeinista, per reprimere il dissenso.
L’assassino verrà subito catturato dalla folla e identificato in Abbas Kargar Javid, un basij assai noto.
Le immagini di Neda che muore, con il bel viso coperto di sangue, fanno subito il giro del mondo.
Neda, che in persiano significa “voce”, è oggi il simbolo della voce del dissenso, sempre più soffocata dal regime fascio-clerico-militarista iraniano.