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one day Again
One day the smoke billows from Hiroshima into the sky,
The way the building stands today.
Steel has grown in the dust.
Hiroshima is like a history of books today.
Hiroshima was a burnt corpse one day.
The dust of a fair girl's feet on the street,
Giving flowers to teenagers,
Bad song in the alley saying love love.
The way it disappeared on the banks of the Padma again,
Land, prison malnutrition house.
There is a sheaf of wheat swaying in the wind today,
Today it is a beacon of dreams in the eyes of the prison.
In the whirlwind of that storm, your Bengali, my Bengali,
Khankhan Chauchi,
Once again, you and I are in four hands,
Mixed, hand-to-hand rubble chest,
Alpana one by one,
I will decorate Bengali again.
People will look in the pages of the book,
Our history today.
The way the building stands today.
Steel has grown in the dust.
Hiroshima is like a history of books today.
Hiroshima was a burnt corpse one day.
The dust of a fair girl's feet on the street,
Giving flowers to teenagers,
Bad song in the alley saying love love.
The way it disappeared on the banks of the Padma again,
Land, prison malnutrition house.
There is a sheaf of wheat swaying in the wind today,
Today it is a beacon of dreams in the eyes of the prison.
In the whirlwind of that storm, your Bengali, my Bengali,
Khankhan Chauchi,
Once again, you and I are in four hands,
Mixed, hand-to-hand rubble chest,
Alpana one by one,
I will decorate Bengali again.
People will look in the pages of the book,
Our history today.
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