For the people of Afghanistan, especially the believers:
Look up.
* From this pain, we grow
And from the well, we will rise again
Sweet water
From this pain, we grow
We will drink again from the fountain of youth
New water
Because what will come upon us
Come to our aid, you will see
Because in all sorrow
There is also a gate to truth
And every tear on the surface of the water
It is a prayer prayer
And what will the days say?
I ask and have no answer
And where are the years
That we were stronger than life
Still trying
Because what will come upon us
Come to our aid you will see
Because in all sorrow
There is also a gate to truth
And every tear on the surface of the water
It is a prayer prayer