If you could one by one
count all the leaves in this garden
If you could count all the fish Little and big In the flowing river in your front of you
If you could one by one count The migratory birds during their migration season From the north to south and from the south to north,
I would also promise to count one by one All the victims of this beloved land of Kurdistan!
If you could count all the fish Little and big In the flowing river in your front of you
If you could one by one count The migratory birds during their migration season From the north to south and from the south to north,
I would also promise to count one by one All the victims of this beloved land of Kurdistan!