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Balidan

देशको रक्षा गर्ने जती सबै चुतिया छन्
नेता जती सबै चोर, देश लुटी खाछन्
आमाको सारीमा, कट्टु सोची मुतिराछन्
खानेबेला एक, गर्ने बेला फुटिराछन्
नाङ्रेस, नेमाले, नाउबादी
सबै मिली घुमी देश खाउँ बाँडि हामी
सधैं चिलिम फुकी जस्तो case नि बिगारी
सस्तो सारी, महँगो गाडी
कानुन कयदालाई नाङ्गो-बाङ्गो पारिदै उघारी
नारीमा कुमारी जोगाउने बलतकारी
खाडिमा चिनारी लुटाउने सधैं हामी
बाढिमा बिरामी फुकाउने त्यही पानी
देशको कर्माचारी शक्तिशाली सरकारी
३० हजार को तलब, ३० वटा घरबारी
बिचबजारको सडक बिसवटा खाल्डो पारी
खल्ती भारी, बैन्क मारी, सात तहको अधिकारी
कस्ले तिर्ने सात समुद्र पारी देशको सात उधारी

गाई त बान्यौ ढुङ्ग्रोमा, मोइ छैन, मोइ छैन
गरिबको, चमेली, बोल दिने कोही छैन
गरिबको बोल दिने कोही छैन, कोही छैन
गरिबको, चमेली, बोल दिने कोही छैन

पुरानो भो इतिहास केहि फेरिएन
बाँकी हुँदा यत्ती सास, मोहा मेटिएन
कहाँ कुद्छ रेल, यहाँ बाटो भेट्टिएन
कलाकारलाई जेल, मुर्खा लाटोले बुझेन
जङ्गल भयो फडानी, त्यो आगोनै निभेन
सात तोपको सलामीमा बाठोनै थिएन
कसरी पो बन्छ देश, विदेशी माटो किनेर?
हेर त्यो मुटु चिरेर, छिमेकीनै तिम्रो मनमा
यो आत्मियता हैने आँखा लाछौ तिमीले धनमा
अपराधी देशमा छन, घुमिराको साईरनमा
सफा पानी चढाकोछ आउँदैछ रे साईकलामा
फोक्कटमा बेच्, मेलम्ची कस्ले ल्याईरहन्छ
यो ब्यापार हो सबै, यो राजनिती हैन
यो राज्यको राजाहरुमा राजयोगनै छैन
यो रामराज्य हैन, राम्रो नै रमाउदैन
नराम्रो नै हाम्रो भो, जो कमाउदैछ

गाई त बान्यौ ढुङ्ग्रोमा, मोइ छैन, मोइ छैन
गरिबको, चमेली, बोल दिने कोही छैन
गरिबको बोल दिने कोही छैन, कोही छैन
गरिबको, चमेली, बोल दिने कोही छैन

मलाई बोल्न दे सरकार, अपराध हैन
मन खोल्न दे दरबारको म सराप हैन
मन खराब छैन, सही बोल्न डरउँदैन
कानुन पो लाग्छ कि, आवाज उठाउदैमा
बलिदानको गीतामा मेरो शब्दको सलामी
गाउँ-गाउँ बाट उठ युवा कलम थामी
सोर्है आना सही कुरा, सुन सोची साराले
भुमरीमा भौतारी भविश्य अभिभाराले
के हुन्छ एउटा नाराले, त्यो सपनाको सहाराले
के भन्न पो बाकिँछ, बुद्ध नै साँची छ
कोपिला मास्दा के फुल्छ त्यो डालिमा?
आँशु र रगत लुकेकोछ लालिमा
हाँसोमा बारुदको गन्ध, सधैंको द्वन्द
कहाँ खोजौ शान्तिको सन्देश, कवितालाई छन्द
पवित्रछ मन त, धेरै छ नि भन्न
कुरा सुखदुखको मुखै भो बन्द

गाई त बान्यौ ढुङ्ग्रोमा, मोइ छैन, मोइ छैन
गरिबको, चमेली, बोल दिने कोही छैन
गरिबको बोल दिने कोही छैन, कोही छैन
गरिबको, चमेली, बोल दिने कोही छैन

Sacrifice

All those who protect the country are fools
All leaders are thieves, looting the country and eating it up
They pee thinking about their underpants on their mother's saree
They are one when it's time to eat, but split apart when it's time to act
Naked, nameless, and non-believers
All together we'll devour and divide the country
They ruin cases like they're smoking a chillum
Cheap saree, expensive car
Exposing the law and order, making it naked and bare
Rapists who claim to protect the virginity of women
It's always us who lose our identity in the abyss
It's the same water that releases the sick during floods
The country's employees are powerful government officials
With a salary of 30 thousand, they have 30 wives
They dig twenty potholes in the middle of the market road
Pockets full, banks empty, seven levels of officials
Who will pay for the seven seas across the country's seven rises?

The cow is tied to a rock, there's no me, there's no me
There's no one to speak up for the poor Jasmine
There's no one to speak up for the poor, no one
There's no one to speak up for the poor Jasmine

The old history hasn't changed
With this much breath left, the infatuation hasn't faded
Where the train runs, there's no road here
The artist is in jail, the fool couldn't understand
The forest is being cleared, but the fire won't extinguish
There was no wise man in the seven-gun salute
How can a country be built by buying foreign soil?
Look, by cutting open your heart, the neighbor is in your mind
You're casting your eyes on wealth, this is not intimacy
The criminals are in the country, roaming around in the siren
Clean water has been offered, it's coming in the cycle
Sell it for free, who's bringing Melamchi anyway
This is all business, this is not politics
The kings of this state have no royal qualities
This is not Ramarajya, the good doesn't rejoice
The bad has become ours, whoever is earning

The cow is tied to a rock, there's no me, there's no me
There's no one to speak up for the poor Jasmine
There's no one to speak up for the poor, no one
There's no one to speak up for the poor Jasmine

Let me speak, government, it's not a crime
Let me open my heart in the palace, I'm not a curse
My heart is not bad, I'm not afraid to speak the truth
Is it the law that's applied just for raising your voice?
My words salute the sacrifice's Gita
Rise up youth from village to village, holding your pens
Sixteen annas of truth, listen carefully, Sara
The future is wandering in a whirlpool with its burden
What happens with one slogan, with the help of that dream
What's left to say, Buddha is the truth
What blooms on the branch when you kill the bud?
Tears and blood are hidden in the redness
The smell of gunpowder in laughter, constant conflict
Where to find the message of peace, rhythm for poetry
The mind is pure, there's so much to say
The mouth of happiness and sorrow has been shut

The cow is tied to a rock, there's no me, there's no me
There's no one to speak up for the poor Jasmine
There's no one to speak up for the poor, no one
There's no one to speak up for the poor Jasmine