Sights Sounds City (Sharam Masala)
Locked eyes, almost incandescent
Try, but lips can't begin that question
Fingers intertwine, under ink black heavens
And the feeling comes alive within that second
Coffee on the table untouched
Absorbed in the moment, they fall
Ever so slowly, and thus
Two become one, one becomes all
Parivaar ka sangathan, manoranjan ke rang
Sabhi prasthan ek table aur mez par
Ek mast umang se khaarahe sevan
Badey kissey baatein, apne dhang
Pakwaan anek, itchaoon ke bhet
Budey, badey, bache sab anand samet
Badi choti baatein, khush andaaz se
Bache apne khilownon ke saath mein
Feast on the sights and the sounds of the city
Loud, proud, profound yet silly
And when we gotta hold it down
Are you with me?
A wizened old man, holy book in his hands
Slumps down beside the grave next to gran's
Tears disappear into his rain soaked vest
Laboured breath and heart breakin' in his chest
Now he places rose petals on the grave
Eyes closed, he remembers her face
Lips tremble as he whispers a prayer
It floats to sky, hope they're listening there
Sumsaan raat, tezi se guzarti ek car
Pagdandi pe se thokrein maar
Driver ne pee rakhi, josh bus udney ki
Lekar ek ladki jo thi dari sehmi si
Ja rahi thi karke apna shift
Achaanak ho padi thi wo sthir
Rokne ki koshish, chillai wo zorr se
Driver usey na sunkae, chalae har oor se...
Feast on the sights and the sounds of the city
Loud, proud, profound yet silly
And when we gotta hold it down
Are you with me?
Try, but lips can't begin that question
Fingers intertwine, under ink black heavens
And the feeling comes alive within that second
Coffee on the table untouched
Absorbed in the moment, they fall
Ever so slowly, and thus
Two become one, one becomes all
Parivaar ka sangathan, manoranjan ke rang
Sabhi prasthan ek table aur mez par
Ek mast umang se khaarahe sevan
Badey kissey baatein, apne dhang
Pakwaan anek, itchaoon ke bhet
Budey, badey, bache sab anand samet
Badi choti baatein, khush andaaz se
Bache apne khilownon ke saath mein
Feast on the sights and the sounds of the city
Loud, proud, profound yet silly
And when we gotta hold it down
Are you with me?
A wizened old man, holy book in his hands
Slumps down beside the grave next to gran's
Tears disappear into his rain soaked vest
Laboured breath and heart breakin' in his chest
Now he places rose petals on the grave
Eyes closed, he remembers her face
Lips tremble as he whispers a prayer
It floats to sky, hope they're listening there
Sumsaan raat, tezi se guzarti ek car
Pagdandi pe se thokrein maar
Driver ne pee rakhi, josh bus udney ki
Lekar ek ladki jo thi dari sehmi si
Ja rahi thi karke apna shift
Achaanak ho padi thi wo sthir
Rokne ki koshish, chillai wo zorr se
Driver usey na sunkae, chalae har oor se...
Feast on the sights and the sounds of the city
Loud, proud, profound yet silly
And when we gotta hold it down
Are you with me?
Credits
Writer(s): Aishan Vali
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