I do not sing for freedom
I feel emptiness in the chest,When I lie hidden under the cover of the shell
You have the freedom song, greet Victory Day,
I see myself feel very helpless
One freedom fighter Tea seller or sells newspapers for livelihood
The brazen martyr of you to ride on the chest expensive
The brazen expensive car hit on the chest of the martyr.
And I can not sing like the color of the cane antics of victory,
I mean the 30 martyred sigh of December 16,
Dec 16 million meant for me to honor the loss of the mother sows,
To me, freedom means freedom allowance of 600 taka, the heroine disappointment Sakhina,
And
Sidewalks, channeled, canal, pond, bill, cleared from the body on the ground covered with bruises.
They are more terrible than war criminals
Look Hyena , I know you.
