Leaving the village,
May the waters of the nearby stream
Rise to see you off, like your mother’s hand.
May the memory of sunlight
Peeking through the dark doors of night
Warm your mind during cold times. (మరింత…)
Leaving the village,
May the waters of the nearby stream
Rise to see you off, like your mother’s hand.
May the memory of sunlight
Peeking through the dark doors of night
Warm your mind during cold times. (మరింత…)