Amra Chas Kori Anonde
Arijit Singh
We Farm in Joy
We farm in joy
We farm in joy
Time passes in the fields
From morning to evening
We farm in joy
We farm in joy
Time passes in the fields
From morning to evening
We farm in joy
We farm in joy
Thunder rises, rain falls
Leaves rustle in the bamboo grove
Thunder rises, rain falls
Leaves rustle in the bamboo grove
The wind rises, full of fragrance
In the scent of the plowed earth
The wind rises, full of fragrance
In the scent of the plowed earth
We farm in joy
We farm in joy
Time passes in the fields
From morning to evening
We farm in joy
We farm in joy
In the green soul's song
The lines are drawn, come and see
In the green soul's song
The lines are drawn, come and see
In the rhythm of the young poet's dance
In the dance of joy
In the rhythm of the young poet's dance
In the dance of joy
We farm in joy
We farm in joy
Time passes in the fields
From morning to evening
We farm in joy
We farm in joy
On the tip of the rice plant, goosebumps appear
Everyone laughs and rises
On the tip of the rice plant, goosebumps appear
Everyone laughs and rises
In the golden light of the sunset
In the full moon
In the golden light of the sunset
In the full moon
We farm in joy
We farm in joy
Time passes in the fields
From morning to evening
We farm in joy
We farm in joy
