The drummer is playing his musical note,
His overflowing cheerfulness
fills the sky with gleams of moonlight,
Everyone is encouraged to run
To this place on earth
To rejoice and build a new life.
Time is passing by speed up,
The clouds are rumbling
At the edge of the moon
Sister Parul is asking sister Chompa
To run fast, the vendors are yelling
for everyone to gather quickly
The flutist is doing his job
Telling without everyone’s presence
Life will be meaningless.
This land belongs to you and me
We will work hard and make
our farms filled with
golden rice fields.
Run run every one
there is no time to waste.
The clouds are rumbling
at the edge of the moon
We must meet soon
Before the storm stops us!
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