#BTCRebound Taka Earth, Earth Taka

Taka Earth, Earth Taka,

Life is spinning in Dhaka.

Today’s king, tomorrow a beggar,

The game of time, nothing remains.

Money falls from the leaves of trees,

Without hard work, value is empty.

The scent of wet earth in sweat,

That money is the bond of happiness.

Dreams break in the fire of greed,

Money only lures you.

People of the earth, unite in the earth,

No one can move with money left behind.

That’s why I say, understand well,

Money is not happiness, look at your mind.

People will remain, the earth will remain,

Money will only turn to dust!