The clocks are ticking toward the final hour,
As city lights bloom like a neon flower.
The air is electric, the music is loud,
A sea of faces in the dancing crowd.
Forget the sorrows of the months gone by,
Under the arch of a wintery sky.
The bass is thumping like a giant's heart,
A brand-new chapter is about to start.
Glitter on sleeves and a glass in the hand,
As joy ripples out across the wide land.
From Chattogram's rooftops to the city square,
The scent of the future is thick in the air.
Five, four, three—the voices start to rise,
Two, one—and fire fills the velvet skies!
The boom of the crackers, the colors of gold,
A story of hope that is never too old.
We hug the strangers and we kiss the dear,
To welcome the dawn of a beautiful year.
The party is roaring, the spirits are high,
Writing our dreams on the midnight sky.
The past is a shadow, the future is bright,
Lost in the glow of the 31st night.
Let the rhythm carry us, wild and free,
Into the world that we're meant to be.