Rail Aaraaroo [English translation]

Rail making a sound "aaraaroo**".. Rail making a sound "aaraaroo"..

Won't it make a sound when uttering your name

Rail making a sound "aaraaroo".. Rail making a sound "aaraaroo"..

Won't the rail sing a song if I tell your love

Even the dust is a hanging garden if you talk

Inside me will be heard thousands of radio channels

O street, because of you a bamboo cradle

It changed in shape like a swing cot

Your uncontrollable looks is like needle piercing

My mind is getting fried like a dried food

Rail making a sound "aaraaroo".. Rail making a sound "aaraaroo"..

Won't it make a sound when uttering your name

Rail making a sound "aaraaroo".. Rail making a sound "aaraaroo"..

Won't the rail sing a song if I tell your love

Bangles and anklets are feeling shy

In that my heart feels a pressure and tries to fall out

O beautiful angel, won't you know that?

In my dreams, my eye lids are disturbed

In that my sleep is getting crushed

Won't you write a story on your beautiful crumbling?

After lost, I searched as "where am I" and

I came inside you

I felt shy because even after coming inside me

you were trying to research me instead of searching you

Which part is beautiful for you

You train yourself to tell that

The desire sweet is bursting out..

Rail making a sound "aaraaroo".. Rail making a sound "aaraaroo"..

Won't the rail sing a song if I tell your love

Both day and night are naughty

during the seconds that you follow me

Won't the heart spin like a feather everywhere?

Rain and heat in this world

Both will come together in your language

The conch shell becomes a sea.. won't the lion bow towards us?

I looked at the sky and thought as you

with an astonishment of "is there any man like you?"

There is no lies, right now I merge with you

Without you, o eyes, I will fall on my back

Daily getting mad

Everywhere piercing me

The love breeze beats me around

Rail making a sound "aaraaroo".. Rail making a sound "aaraaroo"..

Won't it make a sound when uttering your name

Even the dust is a hanging garden if you talk

Inside me will be heard thousands of radio channels

O street, because of you a bamboo cradle

It changed in shape like a swing cot

Your uncontrollable looks is like needle piercing

My mind is getting fried like a dried food

Rail making a sound "aaraaroo".. Rail making a sound "aaraaroo"..

Won't it make a sound when uttering your name

• Artist:Shreya Ghoshal
• Album:Nenjil Thunivirundhal