When i look up to the mountains,
men are fighting,
A-10 thunderbolt is roaring,
their blood is soaring.
They are opposing,they are hating.
But when Afghanistan is liberated
to have juggled,
to have struggled,
to have battled
they will proudly claim,
they are insane,
they do not have any shame,
their words are for vain,
because its not their gain.
People have lost their life,
they had to strife,
fight and die to survive.
My poor Afghanistan,
my poor brother,
we have defeated another,
and will defeat every other.
It does not bother,
you are my brother.
men are fighting,
A-10 thunderbolt is roaring,
their blood is soaring.
They are opposing,they are hating.
But when Afghanistan is liberated
to have juggled,
to have struggled,
to have battled
they will proudly claim,
they are insane,
they do not have any shame,
their words are for vain,
because its not their gain.
People have lost their life,
they had to strife,
fight and die to survive.
My poor Afghanistan,
my poor brother,
we have defeated another,
and will defeat every other.
It does not bother,
you are my brother.



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