In Dhaka you live thousand lives
When you get up, you’re young and you shine
When you have your hot coffee with spice, you mature and your wisdom wides
When you go to your office, not yet old
But you’re tired as it takes too long
When at home in the evening, it’s time,
Close your eyes and send me your sad goodbye
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В Дакке каждая жизнь за две
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