Bangladesh, Bangladesh, Bangladesh, Bangladesh.
When the sun sinks in the west, die a million people of the Bangladesh.
The story of Bangladesh is an ancient one, again made fresh
by blind men who carry out commands which flow out of the laws upon which nations stand,
which say ,to sacrifice a people for a land.
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Bangladesh, Bangladesh, Bangladesh, Bangladesh.
Once again, we stand aside and watch the families crucified,
Bangladesh, Bangladesh, Bangladesh, Bangladesh.
Did you read about the army officer's plea, the donors' blood was-it given willingly,
Bangladesh, Bangladesh, Bangladesh, Bangladesh.