Music :Talat Minhaz
Lyric & Tune : Popeye

ঘনা আঁধার দুঃখের পাহাড় 
আয় তোরা দল বেধে আবার
ভোয়ে  তোদের  আমি পালাবো না
আমি যাবো না, তবে আই তোরা ।।
ছন্নছাড়া এই জীবনটাকে, ভাবছি আকাশে দেব মিটিয়ে 
হয়ে মেঘ উড়াল দেব বাতাসে, স্বর্গ আমার ওখানে মিশে

ডুবে ডুবে চোখের জলে, ভিজে যাব এক হাসি মুখে
কাঁদাবি তোরা কতইবা?
আমি যাবো না, তবে আই তোরা

দাউ দাউ জ্বলে আমার আগুন মনে 
আমার আকতি পরাজয় মেনে
বার্থ আমি ক্লান্ত দিনে, স্বর্গ খুঁজি

আমার স্বর্গ

Adhhkhana

Abar is the third studio album by Bangladeshi rock band Black, released on July 10, 2008. After a full five-year hiatus the band released the album under the sponsorship of Warid Telecom. A gala was held for the album's release at Dhaka's Bashundhara City shopping mall, with the band performing various songs from the album with collaborations from other notable artists. The album was said to have sold 5000 copies three hours after launch and is considered to be Black's most critically acclaimed album and a landmark record for the rock music scene of Bangladesh.

Manush Pakhir Gaan

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Your suitcase by the door again, another Thursday flight
Cash folded by the bedside, boarding pass held tight
Your phone lights up—three names you won't remember
While he's asking the babysitter if you're coming home in December

You're hunting something nameless in a stranger's bed
He's drawing stick figures with two heads

You're building kingdoms out of breaking glass
Trading years for temporary heat
The deadbolt turns, the seasons pass

And small hands stop reaching when you leave
Small hands stop reaching when you leave

Watching from the corner booth, untethered and alive
You tell yourself that freedom means you don't apologize
But something flickers when a child's voice cuts the noise
The way you grip your glass destroys your poise

You're teaching him that staying isn't what the worthy do
He's learning love looks just like walking through

You're building kingdoms out of breaking glass
Trading years for temporary heat
The deadbolt turns, the seasons pass

And small hands stop reaching when you leave
Small hands stop reaching when you leave

His height marks on the wall you'll never see
Your suitcase wheels have worn a groove into the floor
The key you threw away has rusted through
Every lock you own is haunted now by you

Scrape the ink, destroy the costume clean
Let him see the person, not the scene
The deadbolt's just a choice you make tonight
There's still a door, there's still a light

But small hands stop reaching when you leave
Small hands stop reaching...

You won't take it off, the mirror knows
Another crowd, another pose
His small hand reaching through the empty air
Learning early that you were never really there

Small Hands

Simulation Duty (v5 Cover)

Touch Without Feeling (rem)

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03 - Meghdol - Roder Fota (music.com.bd)

Music in the soul can be heard by the universe ♥

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