Another four years,
This time in United States,
Another wait, the same dream.
The dream to win the world cup.
Same country, after 32 years.
To repeat 1994 in the same country.
Four years still we have-
To make a dream team,
To make our dream into reality,
To inject the same fighting spirit,
To include that fighting spirit,
To create that same magic.
In the next four years-
One general election in India,
One local body election in Howrah,
One legislative assembly election in Bengal.
I may not be the single anymore.
Maybe I can watch the next with my baby.
If anything can happen,
Why not our longstanding dream.
We know fighting,
We will fight it out.