International Mother Language Day // Painted in my brother’s blood February 21st
//immortal twenty one//
Stained in my brother’s blood, February twenty one
Can I forget?
The tears of a mother who has lost her son
It’s February.
My golden country
February 11th painted in blood.
Wake up Naginis Wake up Naginis Wake up Kalboshekhiras
Today, Bashundhara is shaken by the protest of killing children.
People’s demands to prevent the killing of the country’s golden boy
Can you make it through the day of change?
No, no, no, no Khun Ranga is the final judge in history
February twenty one February twenty one.
At the end of winter under the blue sky
The moon woke up at night and smiled;
On the way, rajnigandha blooms as if alkandanda,
At that time, a storm came, a storm came.
Know the faces of those dark beasts,
Their mother, sister, brother hate them
They stop the demands of the country by throwing bullets in the life of this country
Their hateful trampling is on the chest of the entire Bengal
They are not from this country.
They sell the fortune of the country
They have taken people’s food, clothes, peace
February twenty one February twenty one.
You wake up today, you wake up today, February twenty one
Today, a brave boy and a brave woman die in the prison of the oppressor
The soul of my martyred brother calls
Wake up the latent energy of the people
I will burn February again with the fire of great anger
February twenty one February twenty one.
