Story of my Country - By: Andival Band - English Translation

The story of my country is a piece of Rap Music performed by Andival Band https://www.fb.com/andival.band as a reflection to today's Afghanistan reality. Lyric Translation: https://www.fb.com/the.aartusind. Further check here: http://youtu.be/QrduBafjzp4 and http://goo.gl/CpC4hN Title: The story of My Country. what kind of place is that, called homeland? Where to start and what to say? Tell you from the immense misery, Or displacement and vagrancy Or.. just turn a blind eye and sigh, Let live go on, this story I don't buy The place that wana tell, Ruined in war and torn a part Tearful fathers strive to earn a bite The place where the foetus orphaned before birth, For the hope of paradise, blast in suicide and terrorise the earth Where the woman worth not a penny, Difficult to uptake not ready Where girls risk lives to learn, Where shout Allah Akbar [God is great] slaughter the men Where people shed blood and cut throat, Because he doesn't like your choice of word The rulers never heard just and right, The youths desperate never find a job You can be indifferent if you choose, Let me cry out loud, have nothing to lose No empathy no compassion, The men who disguise themselves for seduction Here, criminals instead of trial, Invited at the table for negotiation Here, the army trained for danger, The Taliban opens an office in Qatar They name 4 provinces after Taliban, It is a shame to give in to the manslayer Or? I groan, the MPs are illiterate, Oh almighty God let your mercy upon us You never get ahead, without flatter and bribe, Have money, can breathe, no, then go to hell Only money brings you respect, You can even beat the policemen if you check Here, even Norco doesn't make a dust, Grooming the boys with sex and lust No one seek to make breakthrough, Prejudice and favour seems the way through Instead of schooling and play, Children are old before the heyday Washing cars all his life, Born and die on the streets is rife Here people gamble their daughters for gain, No feelings, no honour, all have gone insane Here is Afghanistan, land of war, The children carry guns hold bar In front friends, behind foe, We are not there for each other unless something to go Battered each other on difference and look, Atrocities in extreme let's brook Why like a stray dog blood thirsty, Stand up and think soberly Enough is enough stop the war, Stop the killings stop the roar http://aartusind.com Subscribe for more Videos and updates! http://goo.gl/6QovD Check out the blog on Facebook: http://www.fb.com/the.aartusind Follow on Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/aartusind Download the video covers: http://www.flickr.com/aartusind

Added 20 Sept 2026