$BTC money is soil, soil is money

Money is soil, soil is money,

Life is spinning in Dhaka.

Today’s king, tomorrow he is a beggar,

The game of time, nothing remains.

Money falls from the leaves of trees,

Value is empty without hard work.

The smell of wet soil in sweat,

That money brings happiness.

Greed burns and breaks dreams,

Money only deceives.

Earthly people, merge in the soil,

No one can carry money away.

That’s why I say, understand this,

Money is not happiness, look at the heart.

People will remain, the earth will remain,

Money will only turn to dust!