Cycle of Cliches
Ukiyoto Publishingmy story isn't over yetthe story of my life with lyrics
I had to listen to that sound, sip it in deep, hold it in for all time to come.
By the time the next Bihu comes, I will have learnt how to play the Dhol, flickered within, as I climbed down the stairs.
O mur senai oi,
Enekoi nesabi
bor morom logakoi
O mur senai oi, enekoi nesabi
bor morom logakoi
O my Sweetheart,
Don’t you give me those love-drenched glances
O my Sweetheart,
Don’t you give me those love-drenched glances...