Clouds in the clouds, thick clouds.
I am sitting alone on the ground, no hope.
Zodiac signs filled with scraps
Paddy is sour,
Filled river razor edge
Rush-
Rice in the cutting area, Barsha.
I used to eat a little, I was single-
The game is curved around the four corners.
Let's draw on
Young girl
Dhaka is covered with cloudy clouds
Morning dawn
Eat small, I was alone
Who can sing down the boat!
Looks like sugar is there.
He went away on the cross,
Do not seek any direction,
The waves are neutral
Broken by two
It seems like sugar is it.
Oh, what country you go somewhere?
Barek Bheeo also came to the troll.
Joe, if you want to go,
Whoever wants to fuck
Just take you away
Instantaneous smile
Come to my golden rice pile.
As much as you want, after the shuffle, then you can see it.
And there? - And no, I've filled it.
Soon the river
Forget what you want
Give up all
Thaith Bithre-
Now laughs at me when I'm sorry.
No space, no space, that boat is too small
My gold is filled with paddy.
Surrounded the auditorium
Dark clouds turn around,
On the bank of zero rivers
Rahi nu read-
Which took the golden trunk.
