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Ilaiyaraja - Unna Nenachu Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

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Thinking of you

I melted like wax
thinking of you
She flew away beautifully
breaking the heart
 
I melted like wax
thinking of you
She flew away beautifully
breaking the heart
 
I melted like wax
thinking of you
She flew away beautifully
breaking the heart
 
Who is that girl?
Is she the wind's finger that touches me?
Who is that girl?
Is she the voice of mother's lullaby?
 
I melted like wax
thinking of you
She flew away beautifully
breaking the heart
 
Smell and sound
only these two are my relatives...
 
My night is the
world's longest night..
 
O eyes, with you
I saw you...
I closed my eyes..
and fell in love with you...
 
Even if I had lost my eye sight
you are my way
I don't have anything else to say to you
apart from my love
 
I melted like wax
thinking of you
She flew away beautifully
breaking the heart
 
Is he the beggar who
doesn't know the seven colors?
Is he the dumb who
is not able to say things with open heart?
 
You are the vedas
that I heard
You are the fire
which is given by god
 
You are the love
that I hold in my hands
Without you,
I will drown in my tears
 
I melted like wax
thinking of you
She flew away beautifully
breaking the heart
 
Who is that girl?
Is she the wind's finger that touches me?
Who is that girl?
Is she the voice of mother's lullaby?
 
I melted like wax
thinking of you
She flew away beautifully
breaking the heart
 

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Winds

Despair comes, and sadness trembles
like the cobweb of the late September.
Cold winds are pounding, shaking us,
Brave goals have disappeared in the fog.
 
Despair comes, and sadness trembles.
Quick wings can not be raised. The dust
have eaten the insides, have torn the beauty.
The silence does not depart a single step from us.
 
Our deeds were sentenced to death.
Spears of time pierced the insides.
Our face, hardened by the years, turned black
From misty drizzle and swift winds.
 
Chorus:
I'm scared for you, dear friends,
Wicked winds are raging outside.
Stay inside with me until dawn,
Wicked winds are raging outside.
 
Our deeds were sentenced to death.
We are shoveled in dust of the century,
As a kerosene lamp light the life will glimpse,
Will a sobbing come from somewhere?
 
We will never see a disquieting dawn again,
Nor timid fires of mountain ash by the barn.
Our last sob from the numb chest
will grieve for life and perish afar.
 
Chorus.
 
We will never see a disquieting dawn again
(The earth will cover us, bent, lifeless).
And the oats will speak with winds without us,
And will bathe at night in a flowery dew.
 
Many years gone by, many thoughts are put down,
Restless take-offs are scattered in the field.
So was written, apparently, in the destiny book...
This is spring-loaded move of the tragic fate ...
 
Many years gone by, many thoughts are put down...
The cold grave contours draw closer.
Farewell to all who are following us,
Whose hearts burn like fanned ashes!
 
Chorus.
 

If only

Versions: #3
Let it go
I don't doubt your respect
If you're staying for my sake
Don't. Let it go.
I object to being without you
It's gonna hurt a lot
Your traces are enough for me
 
If only we didn't play games
And the songs wouldn't be so upset
They're still being written for you
They still **smell so heavily** of you
 
Let it go
I don't doubt your love
If we're staying friends
I can't do that, let it go
I need to stay silent
You're the one who missed being on their own
Just stay away, that'll be enough for me
 

Hours of grief

I live in anguish because of a love,
my sorrow is such, that I would like to die,
I am suffering as I never suffered before,
I am defeated, me, who always I did win.
 
Hold it, don't ask me to forget it,
don't tell me she was bad,
in spite of the fact that it is very true,
I feel that I love her even more.
 
Just, stay with me for a while,
I know you are a good friend
and you can understand me.
 
Leave it, don't take the bottle away
because it is my confident
in my hours if grief.
 
(it repeats from the start)
 

Chitinous Carapace

People live in manors, waste their heritage, end up in stairwells
And people live together, but it's a sequence of mechanical actions
At first, people are such dreamers that consume with their eyes and wait in the night
But people reap sorrows, burn the pier after leaving and shrug their shoulders
People find something in words, go to therapists, and get dogs
People get acquainted again like nothing's wrong, they don't lose their minds
People believe in horoscopes and astrological signs, but everyone is replaceable — slots are the same
And the city is drowning in greenery, someone swims out, someone drowns — C'est la vie
 
And we never know what we've lost...
There's a whirpool ahead, I'm vulnerable, don't peel off my chitinous carapace
But who would touch your face now?
There's a whirpool ahead, don't spare me, peel off my chitinous carapace
 
People spill liqueur on a counter sitting in a bar, they drink it since
Not everyone takes well that nobody will ever tell them: wait a minute
And yes, everything complete and appropriate is much more appreciated here
And if something is shared — it's a bad call. All men can aim, they'll put their hands on it in a heartbeat
People suffer, choose 500 different outfits when they lose their faces
People die and that's it, there's a landlord, he evicts tenants...
People see signs and omens everywhere, but they're not sure where their fears and doubts are
And clouds hang around the sky, absolutely mute and totally indifferent
 
And we never know what we've lost...
There's a whirpool ahead, I'm vulnerable, don't peel off my chitinous carapace
But who would touch your face now?
There's a whirpool ahead, don't spare me, peel off my chitinous carapace