It's coming like breeze in the air,
from those nights which remind of fear.
It's coming from the feel
that this ain't exactly real,
or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
From the wars against tyranny,
from the ghosts of Taliban,
from the splinters of the Buddhas,
from the weeping of woman:
Democracy is coming to Afghanistan.

It's coming to the dale and hill;
It's coming as the Allah's will
from the Loya Irga meet
and the gath'rings on the street
and the tribal elders' wisdom silent, still
It's coming from the rejoice
of the newly free woman,
from the brave, the bold, the battered
the heart of Afghan man:
Democracy is coming to Afghanistan

It's coming from the bazzars and the street,
the holy mosques where the people meet;
from the women's secret teaching
held in cellar and the kitchen
to enable the boys and girls write and read.
From the mountains so majestic,
and the rivers which there run
for the grace of God in the desert there
and shining of the Sun:
Democracy is coming to Afghanistan.

Sail on, sail on
O Afhgan Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.

It's coming to Afghanistan
after reign of Taliban
It's there, they got to vote
and it went fine, they wrote
and it's there, they let the genie off the can.
It's for the families broken
and for each lady and each man
they come to give their votes
as a large caravan:
Democracy is coming to Afghanistan.

It's coming to the women and the men.
O rejoice, we'll live in peace again.
They'll plant it down so deep
that the river's gonna weep,
and the mountain's going to shout - Amen!
It's coming like tsunami
like letters on the sand,
like monsoon of the Orient,
like a flower on the hand:
Democracy is coming to Afghanistan.

Sail on, sail on
O Afhgan Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.

I'm sentimental, you can see what I mean
It's that country which has unhappy been.
Winners are the human rights
hope that end will all those fights
and peace will prevail in the Afghan scheme
But I'm stubborn as those mountains
which the test of time will stand,
I'm Finn but I'm yet wishing joy
to that little Asian land
Democracy is coming to Afghanistan