The west owe their seeds here Here the Aryans set out Here the Aryans came back To claim a piece of their own Alexander, even with his death Here the west set to meet the east The silk road that saw a million seeds, Tongues strewn along its path The seeds that have grown to stifle the path Afghanistan, land of so many names, peoples A leaf floating in the ocean of humanity A leaf on the globe I wish to join thee In the human tide To the west to Arabia Land of camels, Islam To the south land of Buddha To the east land of silk I wish to dance the dance Of god and the gods If such liberty exists For me to do so I wish to keep a piece of The burst Buddha A piece of the truth That has come with him Tears and sweats of the builders Now laid waste A part of humanity lay in despair A dream annihilated I wish to join in The songs of the tribes Who were once brothers And dance the steps Of give and take Forgiving ever forgiving That used to cheer up the silk route With love tales and romances Resulting in a people So rich in diversity? Where is the land that gave us The way to Xian to Japan Afghanistan Afghanistan How rich you once were? Now all in vain The fighting rages I wish you to lead us In the song of human brotherhood again Like you once did Teaching us the virtue of travel, love Soaking up all the elements of the world Without complaints Without regrets Thoughts of war Let's go back in time To search for the real Afghanistan Forget Bush, forget Osama The real Afghanistan we search The real great Afghanistan Lost in lies Heap of lies Like the rubble Of the burst Buddha
