In the cremation, love is crying
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| Picture: Symbolic |
The day when the earth will sink, the end of the day,
The body of the flesh will burn the crematorium.
How many fakes you have made to your life,
Why do not you have time to say sweet name?
The day when the life of lover will cry,
The necklace of flowers will be melted and the sandalwood on the forehead.
Tulsi leaves in two eyes will spread to the Ganges water,
The body will cry white clothes crying.
No one knows when life will come in the evening.
The dead body will barely take the crematorium.
Come hope for two days to come
In the cremation ground, love crying on the last bed.
If one is born, one day life means death,
Laksmana has time to catch Guru Rangacharan.
The body of the flesh will burn the crematorium.
How many fakes you have made to your life,
Why do not you have time to say sweet name?
The day when the life of lover will cry,
The necklace of flowers will be melted and the sandalwood on the forehead.
Tulsi leaves in two eyes will spread to the Ganges water,
The body will cry white clothes crying.
No one knows when life will come in the evening.
The dead body will barely take the crematorium.
Come hope for two days to come
In the cremation ground, love crying on the last bed.
If one is born, one day life means death,
Laksmana has time to catch Guru Rangacharan.
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