A keresés eredménye

Ha azt mondom

Elvesztem, mióta megtaláltalak
Ha akarnék is mondani valamit, mit mondhatnék?
Elvesztem, mióta megtaláltalak
Ha akarnék is mondani valamit, mit mondhatnék?
 
Nincs az a nyelv, azok a szavak
Amelyekkel leírhatnálak
 
Ha azt mondom nálad szebb
Nincs ebben az univerzumban,
Az is eltörpülne a valóság mellett
Elvesztem, mióta megtaláltalak
 
Bájod sugárzik minden lépéssel
Arcod ragyog, amint
Dús hajad körülfogja
És pompával zuhan a válladra
Hullámzó sálad, mint felhő
Karjaid között, mint a holdfény
Gyönyörű holdfény
 
Ha azt mondom ez a vonzódás
Semmihez nem hasonlítható
Ez is eltörpülne a valóság mellett
Elvesztem, mióta megtaláltalak
 
Jó voltál hozzám,
Hát itt ez a történet
Most te és én egy karavánban,
Ahol te, ott én is
 
Ha azt mondom én társam,
Tündér lehetsz vagy angyal
Ez is eltörpülne a valóság mellett
 
Elvesztem, mióta megtaláltalak
Ha akarnék is mondani valamit, mit mondhatnék?
Elvesztem, mióta megtaláltalak
Ha akarnék is mondani valamit, mit mondhatnék?
 
Ha azt mondom nálad szebb
Nincs ebben az univerzumban,
Az is eltörpülne a valóság mellett
Elvesztem, mióta megtaláltalak
 

The letters come

The letters come,
they agonize us,
They always ask us a question,
a question that never seems to get old
When are you coming home?
When are you coming home?
Do write when you will be back?
Cause this home seems quiet and lonely without you.
 
The letters come,
they agonize us,
The letter asks us,
a question that never seems to get old
When are you coming home?
When are you coming home?
Do write when you will be back?
Cause this home seems quiet and lonely without you.
 
A lady who has a big heart,
A lady who is gorgeous,
has written me a letter,
She has asked me this question,
Someone's breath,
someone's heartbeat,
Someone's bangles,
Someone's bracelets
Someone's Kohl,
Someone's flower decorated hair
ask me this question
Those scented mornings,
Those restless evenings,
Lonely nights,
incomplete conversations
Wishful arms
and the wishful eyes are asking me this question
When will you be home?
When will you be home?
Write back when you will be home?
Because without you, my heart is lonely
 
The letters come,
they agonize us,
The letter asks us,
a question that never seems to get old
When are you coming home?
When are you coming home?
Do write when you will be back?
Cause this home seems quiet and lonely without you.
 
The ones who love me with all their heart,
my friends back where I live,
have written to me,
they ask me this question
The village I belong to,
The shed under the mango trees,
The old fig tree,
the raining clouds over my village,
the farms where I grew up,
the green lands over there,
have asked me this question.
the flowers of the spring season,
those branches of trees flowing in the wind,
the swings on the branches of those trees,
the flowers of my village,
the giggling flower buds of my village
and the trails and paths all ask me this question
When are you coming home?
When are you coming home?
Write back soon, when you will be back?
Cause this village is lonely without you
 
The letters come,
they agonize us,
The letter asks us,
a question that never seems to get old
When are you coming home?
When are you coming home?
Do write when you will be back?
Cause this home seems quiet and lonely without you.
 
Sometimes a motherly letter
like a holy river of love, letter
comes to me,
it brings along,
All the memories of my childhood,
those games I played in the courtyard of my house
that mom's saree waving on my face,
the khol she put under my ear to save me from evil eye
that lullaby that she sang for me in the nights,
that magic soft and warm touch of her hand,
that shining unconditional love in her eyes,
that worry of hers for me in her words,
the way she would scold me all the time,
the love that she would try to hide and act all strict
that avatar of Goddess on Earth,
This is the only question she asks me in every letter she writes
 
When will you be back?
When will you be back?
Write back soon, when you will be back?
Without you this courtyard is quiet and lonely my son
 
The letters come,
they agonize us,
The letter asks us,
a question that never seems to get old
When are you coming home?
When are you coming home?
Do write when you will be back?
Cause this home seems quiet and lonely without you.
 
Hey, flowing wind please tell me,
Will you pleasee do me a favor?
Please go back to my village
Say hi to my friends on my behalf,
Go to the place where the love of my life lives,
give her a kiss on my behalf,
give her a kiss on my behalf,
Just a little further if you go, you'll reach my home,
my mother lives there, she is an old lady,
go touch her feet on my behalf,
make her feel my presence
even if just for a second,
Hey, flowing wind, please!
My friends, my lover, my mom,
give them a message from me,
please go and give them this message for me,
 
I will be back,
I will be back,
Back to my village,
back under the shed of the mango trees,
The promise that I had made,
to my mom's lap,
to that big old fig tree,
to the khol of my lover,
I will keep that promise,
 
I will be back one day,
I will be back one day :')
 

I became someone's.

I became someone's before knowing.
How do I become familiar before we make love(nearest meaning, it doesn't exactly mean this).
Couldn't I have met you earlier than this?
At least now that you've found me, hold on to me tightly before i get lost again.
(I became someone's before knowing.
How do I become familiar before we make love.)
 
To your eyes I'm useless even now,
what else do I need to become a monk of love*.
In your laugh, I can hear the sound of flowers blossoming.(meaning you have such a tender laugh).
I demand you set right my loneliness right away!
Whatever I may say, I know you're cleverer than me, hide a kiss for me in your lips, before i try & steal it.
(I became someone's before knowing.
How do I become familiar before we make love.)
 
I have dreamt on and gotten spoilt, without even your knowledge/without asking what you think, and since you've given it wings, my heart flies!!
I've to tell you about the things that surprise me one by one, when you listen to me telling them, just look at me intently and that's enough! might i become sane in (your?) company? Save a demand (one that only I can fulfill) from me before I (playfully) drive you crazy!
(I became someone's before knowing.
How do I become familiar before we make love.)
 
*-yogi is someone who is a master at yoga. Yoga isn't just the physical exercise. It's also used in other contexts.