Heaven, thou art a place of fool
Hell, thou art a part of the tool.
We fool is to free from thee
The fool can not see.
Heaven, from a couple to fool
Ah! That made us dull.
The heavenly flight did they take
Hell, our home, is to make.
For, us, do not know thee Heaven
For, us, we know nearly at seven.
That evening maketh us feel
That seven, how many, is to kill.
Heaven, we fool, may bound to fly
Let us reach the high.
Of that high maketh life better not to die
Ah, Heaven, We fool not to shy.
From Heaven to Icarus and Daedalus
Hell, let our heavenly souls pass.
Ah, Kabul, maketh us shy
Not all flights are peaceful fly.
Ah! Flights make our journey easy
That of maketh us lazy.
That laziness, one day, may lock
That comes with shock.
Ah, Kabul, too many young die
That Kabul is a horrible lie.
Not all deaths are dead
But all drops of blood are red.
Kabul, thou art a part of heaven
Kabul, may God maketh thee not deadly seven.
Heaven! Heaven! We ask thy assistance
Heaven! Heaven! Let not fall our defences.
Fool, like, our need to free from the burden
Kabul, Heaven, thou art a beautiful garden.
The wise shall make thee right
The wiser shall not more fight.
From fool to fight
From wrong to right.
From night today
The wise must say!
We, fool, are made of soul
Let us fulfil our goal.
From fool to flight
Bring us a heavenly light.
