♫♪ Sky why are you crying?
On the hill of the building
A mix of laughter, a mix of tears
Behind the way
Green signal, red wine
On the wall, on the wall
This city, the city of magic
Dhaka is the city of life
This city, the city of magic
Eat the city of life♫♪
Today the city of my soul is bloody with the blood of millions of people. Seeing the blood of so many martyrs, my heart is burning to ashes.
The city of magic today is the city of fresh blood of martyrs
My student brothers and sisters wanted their rights. The government has declared them as Razakars (Country Rebels). The tyrannical government took thousands of lives to silence the students who were protesting peacefully. Law and order forces of the country are appointed for the safety of the people. But today the law and order forces are firing on the public, thousands of people have been martyred and lakhs of people have been injured.
This is my motherland Bangladesh 2024. How can I forget the picture of the blood of so many martyrs. How can I erase the pain in my heart?
