Over Afghanistan
the sky is brighter
The Moon blends in with the morning
and is even more beautiful
Crunch of sand under sole of a boot
we are surrounded by little ones
who pick the empty shells in mountains of Afghanistan
Their eyes are so old, they have already seen things
A song is brought by the warm wind from Pakistan
Over Afghanistan
different stars are glowing
Mars is ruling over this land
and that's not enough for the soul
Goats bleat in the mountains that is poppy not pea
the men have war under their skin they wear turbans
The sun like crazy heats up the rocks
like blind we go through the plains of Afghanistan
Over Afghanistan
the sky is brighter
The Moon blends in with the morning
and is even more beautiful
Flying under the clouds we will buy some tobacco
the one the paratroopers like to stuff in their mouths amongst sand
I will buy them from guys with weird smiles
they don't like the taste of Americans nor Russians
Herds are crossing the dried out land
fear is laughing and poverty smirks
and tomorrow is written in the stars
High to the sky the tall mountains reach
for hundreds of years watching the horrors
and fine dust welcomes us
Over Afghanistan
the sky is brighter
The Moon blends in with the morning
and is even more beautiful
Over Afghanistan