By Zakia Ghafari
| looking at you sitting in rows, the pride of Afghans, dagger to foes. because you are Afghans, you are the best world's history know this, angels attest. those wealthy valleys, those lofty mountains and those burning deserts, river and fountains. the sun is marching on your ground the stars are dancing with your sound. you're nature's music, a piece of art sharming and pretty, breaking a heart. we are one song, we are one story we are Afghans, we march with glory. |
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