Azam Ali “Once More, All Is Green” (سبز است دوباره) feat. Efrén López- Official Music Video

Created with the support of Farhang Foundation as part of Farhang Performances, this song is based on Hila Sedighi’s poem “Sabz Ast Dobare” written in the context of Iran’s political and social struggles, while capturing the ache of a nation and its people. Within this poem lies a vision of renewal and the quiet inevitability of hope, expressed through Sedighi’s vivid and evocative imagery. “Once More, All Is Green” is Azam Ali's musical tribute to these themes of collective strength, rebirth, and the healing of society, memory, and individual wounds, a look toward a future where light returns and people reclaim their freedom. Azam's concept for the video draws inspiration from the grandeur of the Mughal courts, where art, beauty, and performance intertwined. In invoking the spirit of those historic spaces, its colors, light, and atmosphere of timeless refinement, the performers become storytellers, vessels of inner worlds. Video directed by Shadi Amini Director of Photography Ryan Seif Azam Ali Makeup by Jon Lieckfelt Musicians: Azam Ali- Voice, Production Efren Lopez- Rabab, Santoor, Daf, Tanpura, Kudum, Additional Production Miriam Encinas- Dilruba Ciro- Montanari- Tabla Mixed by Loga Ramin Torkian Poem Translation From Farsi to English: I am of the soil, yet this soil is not of my flesh and soul, It seems this nation of wrath is no longer my own. Here, pen, honor, and law have all been broken, And with a colorless flag, they have settled on our home They stole the steps from beneath the people's feet, Took away their vote, breath, and rights by deceit The poem we once sang, they stole with a hundred lies Then played it everywhere with a tune of disguise. With axe in hand, they tore open this garden’s chest, And birds of hope fled every branch and nest. They stole the blessings from this grief-stricken land, This ancient home now drowned in sorrow and torment From its majestic history, only ruin remains, A garden full of blight and disease is all that’s left. From the tribe of Rostam, Sohrab, and Siavash, Alas, just a hundred grieving men are left behind. From the land of philosophy, poetry, and faith, Now ignorance, wrath, denial, and neglect remain. We cried patriotic songs of homeland, but they wouldn’t hear, And now every free soul's voice hangs from the gallows in fear. Yesterday, they handed rifles to every mirror, And led hundreds of unblossomed flowers to their deadly fate. Mortar and blood, endless nights and pain, Yet tulips, jasmine, and cypress stood firm in resistance. Those who remained behind the caravan of the brave, Took the spoils of war from the ruins of the grave The axe, unaware, has no home but the wild, Though made of the tree, it is rootless Though the garden is worn from autumn’s deep sorrow, From the blood of our nation’s youth, tulips have bloomed A hundred flowers bloom with the breath of spring's breeze, Each kissed gently by the lips of the rain with ease. The Phoenix shall rise, with the soul of a thousand years And spread its wings from this cage of blood and flame With snow, the earth will melt all hatred and pain, And tomorrow, we’ll see the land green again. It is green once again By Hila Sedighi Follow Azam Ali ▶ Website: https://azamalimusic.com/ ▶ Spotify: https://spoti.fi/2ZtoRCh ▶ Facebook:   / azam.ali.music   ▶ Instagram:   / azamaliofficial   — Follow NIYAZ: ▶ Website: https://www.niyazmusic.com/ ▶ Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/7sBjV... ▶ Facebook:   / niyazmusic   ▶ Instagram:   / niyaz.music.official