"The price you are now paying deserves more than a song but this is the only way we have to make people know your dreams and your story."

Flavio Oreglio and Dario Canossi, track number 2 from "GIU" album

To Malalai Joya,

We wrote the song Kabul after reading by chance an article talking about you. We took interest in your story and searched news concerning you in internet. In every line we read, we found in you the only real novelty in the new story of Afghanistan, the only sign of a possible change, the only path leading out of the dark ages.

Your bravery in facing openly power, of the Taliban and of those who sat next to you in the Loya Jirga, has filled our hearts.

The price you are now paying deserves more than a song but this is the only way we have to make people know your dreams and your story. If this may help you, you must know that we are standing by you.

Flavio Oreglio and Dario Canossi

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English Lyric:

Her eyes were big as those of real women
Hands waving as flags
Her words killed more than guns
Her words fired to not die

In Kabul, in Kabul

A butterfly flying over memory
Lions too old who don't know history
You can cut a flower but not the spring
You can shut a light but the night will not come

In Kabul, in Kabul

The men with turbans in Kabul
Have said that she must speak no longer
The men with beards in Kabul
Have said that she must die

But you can't stop snow
And every tear becomes a flower
For every petal a child is born
For every shot a child dies

But you can't stop snow
And every tear becomes a flower
For every petal a child is born
For every shot a child dies

In Kabul, in Kabul

If ruins could speak
The mountains would cry for pain
Hamid who dresses Armani just hanging around
Doesn't move a finger against the Talibans

In Kabul, in Kabul

War is war and it has no colour
Earth is earth and it has no flag
Religion is opium and opium is religion
For who has cancelled reason with the Burka

In Kabul, in Kabul

The men with turbans in Kabul
Have said that she must speak no longer
The men with beards in Kabul
Have said that she must die

But you can't stop snow
And every tear becomes a flower
For every petal a child is born
For every shot a child dies

But you can't stop snow
And every tear becomes a flower
For every petal a child is born
For every shot a child dies

In Kabul, in Kabul