Sunday, October 4, 2009

o re piyaa haaye o re piyaa haaye...




O beloved..

why did my crazy soul begin to fly?
where did this courage come from?

O beloved...

The breeze teases and taunts me, oh, the breeze plays havoc with me.
Even the raindrops won't shower here again.
The whole world is part of the intrigue.
I never stop waiting.

O beloved...

The glances are telling, the world is telling
the story of my heart, oh, the story of my heart.
Love prays, love wishes for a hurricane.
A new love slowly walks in.
This is the first promise we gave

O beloved...

You were stepping on burning charcoal barefoot, oh, you kept walking.
it seems that you were brought up among strangers.
Take me to your country.
the cruel world is my enemy.

O beloved...

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