Lo-La-Lu-Lu

Kacher glass-e obadhyo bish..
Cheers bole jibon..
Taka pichu uruk dhoa..
Dakche Sunny Leone..
Alto thot-er halka choa..
Chena infatuation..
String-er tane halka trance..
Matal, he Vogoban..
Koner joto pora chobi..
Jane, oi kalo torol..
Hiseb korei behisabi..
Nesha-ta sohoj sorol..
Du-tin tanei live streaming..
Chokher samne past..
Ami hero, amii villain..
Neshar telecast..
Samle mon, rongin gelas....
Tolche sorir neshai..
Sobder dol khatar vanje..
Item dance dekhai..
Moner glass-ta vorche bottle..
Abcha somoi chobi..
Sunno page-e sobdo-der ke..
Chumu khachhe kobi....

Je Lekhata Ekdom Sada

Onekdin holo, ami chondo ke harie felechi..
Kobitagulo, kemon stobdo hote chaiche..
Bastob khuchie choleche mon-ke, ar,
Jetai vabi, tatei rong mishe jachhe..
Dinante, rajnoitik jhanda namie dekhi,
Dogdho khoborgulo, kolom-ke prem nibedon korche...
Ar, ami kono sada kagoj paina, likhbo bole,
Tai sobdogulo, nissobde dehotyagi hochhe..

Santiago-er Pothe

Aj hotath,
Ki jani ki mone kore,
Hatthe laglam sei michile...
Michil ta jachhe,
Atalanta sohorer dike,
Rode veja se bikele...

Fire asche,
Atlantic-e vese,
obocheton Santiago ar tar vanga nao...
Sunte pachhi,
tar chitkar, hawai vese,
"Amar moto purnotar pothe,
tomrao nijeke bilie dao..."

Ei golapi akasher niche,
bonchonar prithibi theke,
porom ullase chute eseche sob...
Porom pitar dak vese asche,
tini bolchen, manush hare na, harte pare na,
ekjoge gaiche sokole sei stob..

Harte harteo na hara manusher dol,
eigie jachhe,
Atlanta othoba purnotar dike...
Osonkho Santiago er sathe,
amio egie cholechi,
jader bastob ta mithyar kache boddo fike..