আধমরাদের গান গেয়ে চল বাঁচাই...
Translation:
Once our foes were foreign, and we shed blood for liberty.
Now it's against our own people, but our streets are still bloody.
Your pen and paper, the bullets from your gun killing your own son—your friend is weeping.
Pity, oh pity, that’s all I hear from you; tell me what the hell are you doing?
Police and troops on the streets, I recognize you as my countrymen.
But you are wielding weapons and grenades against your own children.
They stand tall holding their arms wide open—look how unguarded they came!
I've heard you handle your duties with great wisdom.
But did you ever consider to whom you actually owe this duty ?
With blood boiling but your head cool, have you thought about it?
This nation is not anyone's father's property, this government doesn’t belong to a family.
Every citizen owns this land; thus, you too, just like me.
Laborers, lawyers, and doctors—from artists to engineers,
students, traders, and soldiers—every worker doing their part each day
and building this nation with their blood and sweat.
It was they who elected the government, by the way.
Tell me, then, to whom does this land belong? Who is to hold the power?
Who should command and who should serve, have you ever considered?
I know you would argue that your hands are tied; You have your entire family to see;
How would you feed this much need without trading your loyalty?
Yes, your hands are tied, but think about who chained them, my brother!
The kings who rule are few; what can they do if the people band together?
By far, the masses outnumber them.
You fear losing the little you have, so you’re worshiping the throne.
Then let me ask you: What’s worth more—a few days of power and money, or a life?
Tell me, what’s worth more? a few days of power and money, or your child?
With blood boiling but your head cool, try to see what's lurking on the horizon.
They say, "All those who died were imbecile ; but we are clever, unlike them.
Do you know who I am? Do you know my name?"
I know that arrogance leads one to fall. So look into your soul:
No logic leading to these killings; it's rather the dictator— along with your name right beside
what will happen to you now? What will become of you and your children too?
If a bullet strikes your son, how will you ensure justice?
You don’t have any rights here, no one has any rights.
What would you do?
Who is to blame for this but we all? But more than us, it will be you.
With blood boiling but your head cool, have you thought about it?
Think about this 'abuse game': who did to whom in whose name?
With blood boiling but your head cool, think through and through.
The people want peace and justice for all,
If you block their path, why would they heed your call?
Those who snatch our peace then kill us if we point it out.
What kind of pact or conversation can there be held about?
If the land is free, then why does it still feel like we are in custody?
"Many such questions are left to ask; fine, I understand, the change will come.
But what's next, then? Is there any alternative to this system?
Or the same old story—the same stale, stinking mockery? "
You would have understood what I meant if you knew our history.
The government is not just a leader, bro; all of us together make the government.
Tell me who can harm our country if we all do our bit.
"Alright! Okay! I got you! But how can i protest?
What if we went into the streets unarmed and were shot at?"
Ha ha, if you stop firing, who's left to fire anyway?
If you don't order to fire, who is going to shoot?
What do you say?
You have better things to do in your offices, if not the streets.
Don't follow their dirty commands; don't be their showpieces.
Please stop corruption right away this time; let's establish morality.
What goes around comes around; that's nature's reality.
Verily, you reap what you sow.
Raise your voices and speak up for your rights.
Practice what you preach and hold each others hands.
Then build up harmony from your respective positions;
And If you can't do that, quit your job.
Victory will come, if not now, then soon.
And it will restore your honors too.
If you can’t be your children’s pride, what will be left of you?
No respect, no value.
Ask your inner self, isn't it true?
Doesn’t your blood boil when you stop for a while and think this through?
So, keep you head cool and let your blood boil.
A long way to go with our wily enemies looming around.
Why fight among brothers while together we are one and strong?
To one nation we belong, and we all demand the same.
We want our rights; we want justice.
Peace and freedom are on everyone's common wishlist.
The fall of the inhumane mafia regime is loading.
May humanity lead us to the break of a new dawn.
Hold your steering strong with a cool head and keep your blood boiling.
The dawn is near; look up; here comes our blood-bathed scarlet sun.
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