[Intro]
Whispering dawn in emerald light
Mist folds over quiet hills
A doorway to a gentle dream
Where morning breathes and fills
[Verse 1]
In the green folds of the hills of Bangla land,
A calm face shines with soft, timeless grace.
Pinon-Hadi threads in red and black, woven hands,
Move with the breeze, a slow, sacred pace.
[Pre-Chorus]
Golden rays sift through the mist’s fine lace,
Hair and fabric sway in the mountain air.
[Chorus]
Calm rivers run through your tranquil gaze,
Nature sighs in a warm, approving glow.
Let the waterfall sing your quiet praise,
As mist and light kiss your gentle flow.
[Verse 2]
Close-up of touch and breath in the morning hue,
Every thread tells a story, every smile a tale.
Birds keep rhythm with the water’s blue,
And the forest leans in softly, pale.
[Pre-Chorus]
Soft wind curls around your timeless grace,
Eyes hold the dream of the waking day.
[Chorus]
Calm rivers run through your tranquil gaze,
Nature sighs in a warm, approving glow.
Let the waterfall sing your quiet praise,
As mist and light kiss your gentle flow.
[Bridge]
In the hush, the world grows new and kind,
A cinematic breath, a heartbeat’s trail.
The hills, the mist, united in this find,
A quiet dawn where all doubts pale.
[Chorus]
Calm rivers run through your tranquil gaze,
Nature sighs in a warm, approving glow.
Let the waterfall sing your quiet praise,
As mist and light kiss your gentle flow.
[Outro]
Soft light lingers on the green, serene,
A moment held in morning’s tender glow.
