Bangladesh, Bangladesh
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
When the sun sinks in the west

Die a million people of the Bangladesh

The story of Bangladesh

Is an ancient one again made fresh
By blind men who carry out commmands
Which flow out of the laws upon which nation stands

Which is to sacrifice a people for a land

Bangladesh, Bangladesh

Bangladesh, Bangladesh
When the sun sinks in the west
Die a million people of the Bangladesh


Once again we stand aside
And watch the families crucified

See a teenage mother's vacant eyes
As she watches her feeble baby try
To fight the monsoon rains and the cholera flies


And the students at the university
Asleep at night quite peacefully

The soldiers came and shot them in their beds
And terror took the dorm awakening shrieks of dread
And silent frozen forms and pillows drenched in red


Bangladesh, Bangladesh
Bangladesh, Bangladesh

When the sun sinks in the west
Die a million people of the Bangladesh


Did you read about the army officer's plea
For donor's blood? It was given willingly
By boys who took the needles in their veins

And from their bodies every drop of blood was drained
No time to comprehend and there was little pain


And so the story of Bangladesh
Is an ancient one again made fresh
By all who carry out commands

Which flow out of the laws upon which nations stand
Which say to sacrifice a people for a land


Bangladesh, Bangladesh
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
When the sun sinks in the west

Die a million people of the Bangladesh