April Rain and my Red Umbrella

I wanted to flee
I had nothing but an April rain and a bright red umbrella for company
I took the skinny alley behind my house..
Through the garden of hanging bougainvillea..
I cared about my pink skirt..
I splashed as I stepped on a puddle...

I left my schoolbag back in the yard
A scary wind breathed my white ribbons far...
I lost my way as I passed by an old stable, I never saw before,
No horse in sight...
I cried, I was afraid, and the hills dint reply
My skirt was drenched, I felt so cold,
I had no one but an April rain and a bright red umbrella for company

I need u

Kotha

-- tor chokh duto horini
-- takiye theko na, nesha dhorbey
-- garir kach tol, hawae chul urche tor
-- uruk, amar dana ache orar..
-- kotha bolbi bolli je...
-- tumi bujhbey na, boley labh nei
-- tor komor ta aro baak niyeche,
-- kopai er moto, tumi anekdin badey dekhcho amae
-- amar kache eshe bosh, ga gheshe
-- astey chalao gari, tomar shorir e ugro dhoyar gondho...
-- january mashe bristi, kolkatae boddo traffic..
-- tumi escapist....
-- tor shohor ta ke eto bhalo lagey keno bolto?
-- bristir chhaat asche amar mukhey, thot e...tumi kokhono bristi chhuyecho?
-- bolli na to keno bhalo lagey shohor ta?
-- dekho kemon bhijche ora bristi te..
-- ki j dekhis eshob bhulbhal
-- ami dekhina...shohor ta amae dekhe