Listening to your word,
Thought you ''Nightingale'', a bird,
But you are really a cuckoo, the best,
Because, habituated to lay eggs in others nest,
You have left your ''love'' in my chest.
Over, above in the high sky,
Though the soul must fly,
At that time we won’t die,
If we have, love of beautiful guy.
One day, in my nightmare
I happened to see her.
A knife in hand of sweetheart,
In the both side of the river,
There were waiting hooks of fisher,
I was obliged to be alive,
Awaaj Sunera Timro, Timi Jureli ho bhani thane the!
Awaaj Sunera Timro, Timi Jureli ho bhani thane the! !
Tara timi Koeli po rahi chhyau,
All the day and the all night,
Your love bites me!
Your love hurts me! !