Mora three pairs of legs with four wings
I do pan pan in people's ears.
Your blood is superior, very sweet to eat
Can uncreated with a hood in vain.
I will eat as little as I can
Nako waste like you.
In this mantra, playing on the stomach, on the back,
Dixit Mora sat on the human machine.
You stay with us in Dhaka
See how much noise, how much noise,
Cannon blows to kill us
See how many people today!