Murir Tin song from Coke Studio Bangla Season 2. The singer of Murir Tin is Riad Hasan, Pollob Vai, Towfique Ahmed, Rubayat Rehman, Jannatul Firdous Akbar, Shanila Islam, and Shuvendu Das Shuvo. Murir Tin Lyrics are written by Riad Hasan, Pollob Vai, and Towfique Ahmed. Music is given by Shuvendu Das Shuvo.
SONG DETAILS:
Song : Murir Tin
Singer: Riad Hasan, Pollob Vai, Towfique Ahmed,
Rubayat Rehman, Jannatul Firdous Akbar, Shanila Islam, Shuvendu Das Shuvo
Music : Shuvendu Das Shuvo
Lyricist : Riad Hasan, Pollob Vai (Sylheti Rap), Towfique Ahmed (Khulna Rap)
Murir Tin Lyrics In English Translation - Coke Studio
Oh goodness Allah, our bus has left Kalurghaat
Been over an hour, still couldn't reach Bohoddar Haat,
The bus is kankling-dangling at a lousy turtle's pace3
Everyone is annoyed, but the driver couldn't care less.
Stuffing it with passengers, all seats are too close
There's simply no leg space between these rows,
Uncle coughs sitting straight, his chest ready to blow
And here I'm writing this song, sitting at the last row!
Murir Tin* from Kalurghat!
(Bohoddarhaat, Chawkbazar, Anderkilla, New Market)
Murir Tin from Kalurghat!
(Come, come fast, just run and hop in)
Murir Tin from Kalurghat!
(Uff! Give me change, please)
Murir Tin from Kalurghat!
(Hey Ostaad(Driver)! Let's drive forward!)
All along this rutted road, it's full of cracks and bumps
The bus falls in a pothole and you feel like throwing up,
He steps on the brake in haste, with no socket-jumper(shock-absorber)
And all the riders get a hit, randomly here and there.
Some would always gather at front, leaving rear rows
Some would ramble and huddle like groups of buffaloes,
Uncle cries out, "Hey Driver! Just forward you go!"
And here I'm writing this song, sitting at the last row!
Murir Tin* from Kalurghat!
(Bohoddarhaat, Chawkbazar, Anderkilla, New Market)
Murir Tin from Kalurghat!
(Hey bro! Don't you lean on me!)
Murir Tin from Kalurghat!
(Go to the rear! The backseats are empty!)
Murir Tin from Kalurghat!
(Hey Ostaad(Driver)! Plastic(Sedan) on your right!)
Some hop up, some get down, some commute, some ride around!
When the bus stops the ride, Some sneaks in through left side!
There's no seat left, Why curse me for that!
Why don't you sit on my lap, And then pay just the half?
Uncle with the footlong beard, I'm so sorry!
I stepped on your foot, and got you so angry!
Forget everything! I'm form Sylhet, I swear!
Looks like you too are from Moulvibazar(place in Sylhet)!
If you are on the wrong bus, you're doomed in a strife
You trust one with the wheels, he plays with your life,
The side passenger takes his paan(betel leaf) and scattles over
Your life's brake may fail, as if drowning in Surma river!
Watch out, Ustaad(Driver), mind that Plastic(sedan)!
Our life is indeed an Murir Tin, so fantastic!
A pitstop on the way? Our destiny at play!
You speed up for joy! An accident spoils the ploy!
Passengers getting on & off a dented old bus
The pickpocket behind your back lifts up a purse,
A scuffle about the loose changes keeps the helper busy
A clever rider dodges the fare and sneaks out easy-peasy,
So many kinds of travelers, chasing so many goals
Some sit quietly while some would always brawl,
That uncle cries again, "Hey Driver! Forward you go!"
And here I'm writing this song, sitting at the last row!
Murir Tin* from Kalurghat!
(Bohoddarhaat, Chawkbazar, Anderkilla, New Market)
Murir Tin from Kalurghat!
(Hey! How many times will I have to ask for fare!)
Murir Tin from Kalurghat!
(Sorry man! I don't accept damaged bills!)
Murir Tin from Kalurghat!
(Make way for ladies please! Please, man!)
Hey! Take count of the passengers one by one
Still burping from that spice meat curry!
Make sure no one take a free ride about
If you spot a crook, Just push him right out!
If I drive fast, they ask me to slow down
If the speed is right, they would still frown
So, should I just try to fly this bus around?
Along this 'Phultola' to 'Sonapata' route?
No time to shower or eat, no time for some rest
Once I'm on the wheels, I just don't get a break.
The broken roads, rushing riders
Rowdy bunch of kids I just can't stand them all,
The bus never stops, always driving fast
All four wheels spinning, stepping on the clutch,
From one place to another, going on impulse
dancing and driving and running off balance
Stuffing it with passengers, all seats are too close
There's simply no leg space between these rows,
Uncle coughs sitting straight, his chest ready to blow
And here I'm writing this song, sitting at the last row!
Murir Tin* from Kalurghat!
(Hey! Ladies on board! Give them good seats!)
Murir Tin from Kalurghat!
(Hey mister! Why did you sit on a Ladies' seat?)
Murir Tin from Kalurghat!
(Make sure you collect the fare right!)
Murir Tin from Kalurghat!
(Half fare? You're a grownup big man!)
Murir Tin* from Kalurghat!
(Bohoddarhaat, Chawkbazar, Anderkilla, New Market)
Murir Tin from Kalurghat!
(Hey Ostaad(Driver)! Slow down! Someone's getting off!)
Murir Tin from Kalurghat!
(Hey! Let him get down! You back up!)
Murir Tin from Kalurghat!
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