Cry Of An Afgan Soul

I wander everyday, I wander everyday.
From sand to clay,
From night to day,
I wander everyday, I wander everyday.

I see no women on streets,
No child plays in fields,
No melody heard in springs,
I see no kite with strings.

I see the devil dancing,
Smell the bomb blasting,
Here the people groaning,
I see no one smiling.

I see no trust in fate,
Friendship has closed its gate,
Love has lost its weight,
I see all hearts filled with hate.

I see peace making its way,
Love may shine one day,
Till then, only hope makes me gay,
I wander everyday, I wander everyday.