Song of Bangladesh
Bangladesh, BangladeshBangladesh, BangladeshWhen the sun sinks in the westDie a million people of the Bangladesh
The story of BangladeshIs an ancient one again made freshBy blind men who carry out commmandsWhich flow out of the laws upon which nation standsWhich is to sacrifice a people for a land
Bangladesh, BangladeshBangladesh, BangladeshWhen the sun sinks in the westDie a million people of the Bangladesh
Once again we stand asideAnd watch the families crucifiedSee a teenage mother's vacant eyesAs she watches her feeble baby tryTo fight the monsoon rains and the cholera flies
And the students at the universityAsleep at night quite peacefullyThe soldiers came and shot them in their bedsAnd terror took the dorm awakening shrieks of dreadAnd silent frozen forms and pillows drenched in red
Bangladesh, BangladeshBangladesh, BangladeshWhen the sun sinks in the westDie a million people of the Bangladesh
Did you read about the army officer's pleaFor donor's blood? It was given willinglyBy boys who took the needles in their veinsAnd from their bodies every drop of blood was drainedNo time to comprehend and there was little pain
And so the story of BangladeshIs an ancient one again made freshBy all who carry out commandsWhich flow out of the laws upon which nations standWhich say to sacrifice a people for a land
Bangladesh, BangladeshBangladesh, BangladeshWhen the sun sinks in the westDie a million people of the Bangladesh