My country is my soil
If anyone looks up.
I am the rebel I am the successor
In the soul of Nazrul.
I see if unfair
I am not afraid of black clothes.
I swear by God,
The neck will go in an instant.
I am not afraid of any threat
My blood vision is turbulent
I threatened to go back.
My enemy, as much as wickedness
I say come back, hello
I'm insane I'm insane
Fire flows in my blood.
I am the rebel I am the successor
I am in Nazrul's soul.
My tears are broken
Mother Kadan who lost her son
I woke up like a snake
I untied all the bonds.
I swear by God I will take revenge
Fire flows in my blood.
I am the rebel I am the successor
I am in Nazrul's soul.
I am brave, I hope to run the arrow
I dream of waking up in Rohe
I hope so.
Nishan flying music with his hand
Saying Takbir Allah is great.
I am the epidemic I am the epidemic
Pari jhapiya jalim dehe.
I am the rebel I am the successor
I am in Nazrul's soul.
The roll of bad tears in my eardrums
The screams of those 57 soldiers
I'll wipe
I will break that black hand.
I have to repay the custody debt
That blood-stained body is not the culprit.
I am the rebel I am the successor
I am in Nazrul's soul.
I am as careful as Bangabandhu
Go straight licking team,
Otherwise, the forehead will burn prematurely.
Kick your selfie leader's own no ball
The teasing action of the licking group soon became makam fruit.
I am inferior to the new society
The dream weaver is in great sorrow.
I am the rebel I am the successor
I am in Nazrul's soul.
In a word, the mind is fascinated. Reading such an unprecedented rebellious poem, the blood of the body is awakened. Our rebellious poet Nuzrul's excited soul. Such poems are the blood of the blood. I want more blood convection poems. Thank you very much.
I am the rebel I am the successor
I am in Nazrul's soul.