Poet – Pravar Ripon
If you stop fighting,
I will give up cigarettes.
If you stop weapons factories,
tobacco farmers will stop farming and play cards.
If you stop drinking blood,
I will drink nothing but water.
Sell the corpse near the love grave
I won’t take any part of the price
If you drop the mask I won’t hide anymore And the face
If you come back to life I won’t play the corpse
If you stop making the cage
I won’t do the birds Be careful
If there’s no throne Don’t tell the children Man,
what a shame,
if you don’t sell me,
I won’t sell your love.
Sell the dead body near the grave.
Don’t force me to take any part of the price.
I was born laughing at this cry .
I don’t want to think of anyone but a lover Butcher
I’ll close all the insane asylums of the world and plant
a sunflower garden there If you don’t sell me
I won’t sell your love Sell the corpse near the grave
I won’t take a part of the price I ‘ll let the world sleep in peace
I won’t wake up at noon In the morning
I’ll dance with a stuttering old woman
The drunken dance of love
If you don’t burn And the forest of deer
I won’t burn myself Come forward in solitude
Before you and I will be together
If you all don’t sell me
I won’t sell your love Sell the corpse by
the grave I won’t take any price share.