Sanglanga Dooby

Описание: Lyrics:
Sanglanga Dooby

Jiudai ma maya gasa,
Mori jane ho.
Jiudai ma maya gasa,
Mori jane ho.

Sima ko pani, sanglanga dubi
nibhenai yo rahar
Chhana ko gaas mai, khulyo hai tali
samai hassi nachi
Sima ko Pani, sanglanga dubi
nibhenai yo rahar

Maanai ma bassey, meti na jane
Timro ra mero kura
Mori gaye hola maya tara
maya jiudai ma gasau

Na chitaai jagyo maanma
Chanchal yo rahar
Na chhitaai jagyo maanma
Chanchal yo rahar

Sima ko pani, sangllanga dubi
nibhena yo rahar
Chhana ko gaas mai, khulyo hai tali
samai hassi nachi
Sima ko Pani, sangllanga dubi
nibhena yo rahar

Najani ho bhannu bhayena
Bhitrai cha ni sthiti
Lukai rakhda harai Gaye Pani
Maya jiudai ma gasau

Aaina nai bani
merai aghi Ubhiyeu timi
Aaina nai bani
merai aghi Ubhiyeu timi

Sima ko Pani sangllanga dubi
nibhenai yo rahar
Chhanna ko gaas mai Khulyo hai tali
Samai hassi nachi
Sima ko Pani sangllanga dubi
nibhena yo rahar

Masi le lekhe bhagi ra le
timro ra mero kura
Mori gaye hola maya tara
Maya jiudai ma gasau ni

Yo muli lai
Bhat khanai parne
Khet ma basi
Parkhi rahanchhin
Kailey falcha bhani, gathney!
 
Translation :
Drowning

Grasp love while its alive,
In death it’s all in vain,
Grasp love while alive,
In death it’s all in vain.

We drowned in currents of,
waters that mark boundaries,
But our passion did not die.
In the mouthful of a passing moment,
time goes dancing by.

Even if it lives inside us,
It can’t be erased,
In death, love may be as far as a star.
Grasp love while alive.
A passion unintended, rose in the mind.
A passion unintended, rose in the mind.

We drowned in currents
of waters that mark boundaries,
But our passion did not die.
In the mouthful of a passing moment,
time goes dancing by.
We can’t claim we weren’t aware,
Of what we were going through.
Lost, as we hide,
Grasp love while alive.

As a mirror,
You stood in front of me,
As a mirror,
You stood in front of me.
We drowned in currents of
waters that mark boundaries,
But our passion did not die.
In the mouthful of a passing moment,
time goes dancing by.

Written in ink,
by hands that weave time,
were the words we exchanged.

In death, love may be as far as a star,
Grasp love while alive.
This idiot woman
She has to eat rice!
Keeps waiting for the paddy,
Wondering when it might be ripe?

and that is how it is,
yes, that is how it is.

Recorded at Stained Class Productions, Bangalore
Mixed at Open Road Studios, Bangalore
Mastered at Metropolis Studios, London

Recording Engineer : Mrinal M
Mixing Engineer : Akash Paul and Bharat Madempudi
Mastering Engineer : Andy "Hippy" Baldwin

Associate Producers: Chetan Pradhan
Ruchi Sarna
Priya Jayanand

Album Art : Devashish Guruji
Additional Artwork : Moonware Creatives


Written, Composed and Produced by Gauley Bhai

JORO is a crowd funded Album.