♫ Tanglish lyrics
↻ English translation
Haa…haaa…aa…haaa haa aaa
Hoo oo oo hoo oo oo
Idhazh mottu virindhida
Muthu vilaindhidum
Sithira pen paavai
Kan pattu maraindhennai
Vittu parandhidum
Kaaranam thaan yaadho
Ingu kobamum varalaamo
Mugam kunguma niramaamo
Enai kandadhum
Vandhu kuzhaindhida nindravar
Kavinjanin uravaamo
Sonna sollai marandhavar
Ennai marandhavar
Yaarena theriyaadho
Vara thaamadham edhanaalo
Adhu kaadhalin gunamaamo
Ilam thendralil manamaavaal
Alli kondadhum saeyaavaal
Naan vandhadhum paniyaavaal
Yaen indraval pagaiyaanaal
Kodi kandadhum kilaiyaavaar
Isai vandhadhum mozhiyaavaar
Malar kandadhum vandaavaar
Kani kandadhum kiliyaavaar
Ila malarukku kobamum varumo
Varum vandukku idhu theriyaadho
Andha vaanukkum nilavukkum pagaiyo
Adhai kandadhu yaar enna kadhaiyo
Idhazh mottu virindhida
Muthu vilaindhidum
Sithira pen paavai
Enai kandadhum
Vandhu kuzhaindhida nindravar
Kavinjanin uravaamo
Ingu kobamum varalaamo
Female :Vara thaamadham edhanaalo
Andha valluvan kural polae
Aval vagaikkoru suvaiyaavaal
Karum kallinil manamaamo
Ennai kandadhum ilagaadho
Avar kangalum siraiyaamo
Adhil kanniyar iraiyaamo
Izhai kallilum eduppaaro
Adhai pinniyum mudippaaro
Anbu thazhaikkira idam enna manamo
Vidhai thelikkira idam enna vizhiyo
Nenjil ninaithadhum inippadhu edhuvo
Konjam nerungida nerungida thunivo
Ilam kaaviyam arangaerum
Thendral kaattrinil suram paadum
Ah... ha... ah... ha ha ah
Ho oh oh, ho oh oh
When petal-soft lips blossom into a smile,
pearls of teeth gleam within,
oh, picture-perfect woman!
Catching my eye, you hide away
and fly out of my sight—
what could be the reason?
Can anger ever rise here?
Should your face flush crimson red?
The moment he saw me,
he stood beside me, melting with affection—
is he related to a poet?
The one who forgot his promised word,
the one who forgot me—
do you not know who that is?
Why this delay in arriving?
Is this just the way of love?
In the gentle breeze, she becomes its sweet fragrance.
Gathered in my arms, she becomes an innocent child.
The moment I arrive, she melts like morning dew.
Why has she turned distant today?
Seeing a tender vine, he becomes its supporting branch.
When music flows, he becomes its lyrics.
Seeing a flower, he becomes a wandering bee.
Seeing a sweet fruit, he becomes a parrot.
Can a tender blossom ever feel anger?
Doesn't the visiting bee know that?
Is there any quarrel between the sky and the moon?
Who ever saw such a thing? What story is this?
When petal-soft lips blossom into a smile,
pearls of teeth gleam within,
oh, picture-perfect woman!
The moment he saw me,
he stood beside me, melting with affection—
is he related to a poet?
Can anger ever rise here?
Why this delay in arriving?
Like a verse of Valluvar's Kural (classic Tamil poetry),
she offers a unique sweetness in every way.
Can her heart be made of solid black stone?
Won't it melt upon seeing me?
Are his eyes a prison?
Are young women meant to be trapped inside?
Can anyone spin fine thread out of stone,
and weave it into a braid?
Is the heart the place where love flourishes?
Are the eyes the soil where its seeds are sown?
What is it that turns sweet the moment it enters the heart?
As we draw closer and closer, is it courage?
A fresh romantic tale will now unfold,
singing sweet melodies upon the gentle breeze.
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