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Sengaade Song Lyrics – English Translation

November 29, 2012

Oh Red forest.. Oh Small street..  Can I go and come back later..

Oh dear forests.. dear cactus.. Can I go and come back later..

Like the dead bodies that leave da funeral homes..

People are going in this way..

Crows and Sparrows are able to find their food in their native place..

Why are people with hunger have to leave their native and go out..

—–

Due to dry cactus and thorn piercing..

The feet are bleeding..

We have cried for so long..

We don’t have any tears left in our eyes to cry further..

Due to famine, like da skinny legs of swan..

Our lives have become shrunk..

We are going far away in crowds to make a living..

But death is also coming along us..

—–

Oh Red forest.. Oh Small street..  Can I go and come back later..

Oh dear forests.. dear cactus.. Can I go and come back later..

From da barren lands.. From da house they played..

Pure at heart people are leaving innocently.. Ohhho..

Will it start in new life or Will it end in death..

Without a clear direction ahead.. Our way is getting longer..

Jus living alone in this earth is just a small misery..

But to take care of one’s hunger is a even big misery..

To overcome this cunning fate.. We are going away to make a new living.

Who is going to come on top.. Who is going to live.. Who knows..

—–

Once a wet harvest land of hard working peasants…

Has become totally dry and barren..

In the barren land, the God of the wicked..

is trying to bury da good people..

By cooking da Tamarind seeds..

This body is surviving in this land..

To make a just living.. To satisfy our hunger..

Please show us green land..

—–

Oh Red forest.. Oh Small street..  Can I go and come back later..

Oh dear forests.. dear cactus.. Can I go and come back later..

—–

Our feet skin is peeling.. The dust is hitting our eyes..

On search for a village to live.. An entire village is on the move..

After crossing the forest of Thorn plants.. After crossing da stone hill..

We can reach da place.. But can our souls won’t reach.. there is no way for that..

By believing a stranger.. These people are going away..

A cunning fox is leading a group of innocent crabs..

Jus with their body as investment.. One hundred people are going..

Will our soul survive.. Will our body survive.. Who knows..

—–

Due to dry cactus and thorn piercing..

The feet are bleeding..

We have cried for so long..

We don’t have any tears left in our eyes to cry further..

Due to famine, like da skinny legs of swan..

Our lives have become shrunk..

We are going far away in crowds to make a living..

But death is also coming along us..

—–

Oh Red forest.. Oh Small street..  Can I go and come back later..

Oh dear forests.. dear cactus.. Can I go and come back later..

Like the dead bodies that leave da funeral homes..

People are going in this way..

Crows and Sparrows are able to find their food in their native place..

Why are people with hunger have to leave their native and go out..

—–

Due to dry cactus and thorn piercing..

The feet are bleeding..

We have cried for so long..

We don’t have any tears left in our eyes to cry further..

Due to famine, like da skinny legs of swan..

Our lives have become shrunk..

We are going far away in crowds to make a living..

But death is also coming along us..

—–

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