I know it will hurt
I can't accept
The arrogance of these lips,
I know I will cry
Leaving blade
Say the statement of distance.
Listen, I will be born again
I will return home at the end of it all
Your national voice,
Listen, I will be born again
Although the shape of this face has changed
Recognize the tone of voice.
You call me sorry then
You let me be sad then,
You call me sorry then
Why do you want me to be sad
All of the sunken boats
It is impossible not to raise the sail,
Smriti is very old.
You either have to be clear
Be hard on the story,
Very much like you.
Listen, I will be born again
Listen, I will be born again
Listen, I will be born again
Listen ...