♫ Tanglish lyrics
↻ English translation
Kaanjipatu saela katti
Kaal kolusil thaalam thattum
Kannipennae ninnu kelamma
En manaivi vandha pinnaal
Ennavellaam seiven endru
Serthu vecha aasai sollava
Saelaithaan old-aachu
Chudithaarum bore-aachu
Nitham oru jeans-u pottu
Mutti thodum midiyum pottu
Konjam konjam lipstick pottu
Avalai naan rasippen
Maasathukku rendu tharam
Beauty parlour kootippoven
Raathiriyil nightiyai pol
Nanae thaan iruppen
Kaanjipatu saela katti
Kaal kolusil thaalam thattum
Kannipennae ninnu kelamma
Scooter otta solluven
Iduppil kaiyai poduven
Munnaal paarthu ottunnu
Pinnaal mella killuven
Thoongipona sammatham
Thosai naanae oothuven
Oorukkaethum poyitta
Ullukullae yenguven
Aval mugam en magalukkumae
Varumpadi oru varam ketppen
Aval peyar thanai initialaai
Idumpadi naan seithiduven
Aval thaavani paruvathu
Love letter anaithayum
Iruvarum padithiduvam
Engal muthumai paruvathu
Muththangal kooda
Inippena rusithiduvom
Vengaayathai vettum podhum
Kan kalanga koodaathamma
Vengaayamae vendaam kannae
Naan athai veruthiduven
Kaanjipatu saela katti
Kaal kolusil thaalam thattum
Kannipennae ninnu kelamma
Adada enthan mummykum
Hi tech nadayai pazhakkanum
Chudithaar pottum paarkanum
Thozhi polae pazhaganum
Azhagaa ponnu pogaiyil
Athai naan rasichu paarkaiyil
Kaadhai mella thiruganum
Aanaa enna rasikkanum
Aval thalai thanil poo thaithu
Athai pugaipadam eduthu veippen
Aval pidikkalai endru sonnaal
Beer adippathai niruthiduven
Oru naalaiku moonena
Murai veithu
Aval tharum cigarettai kudithiduven
En silmisa kanangalil sitharidum
Jacket hook-inai thaithiduven
Koba pattu thittivittu
Kollappakkam poyi ninnu
Akkam pakkam paarthu vittu
Mella naan azhuven
Kaanjipatu saela katti
Kaal kolusil thaalam thattum
Kannipennae ninnu kelamma
En manaivi vandha pinnaal
Ennavellaam seiven endru
Serthu vecha aasai sollava
Saelaithaan old-aachu
Chudithaarum bore-aachu
Nitham oru jeans-u pottu
Mutti thodum midiyum pottu
Konjam konjam lipstick pottu
Avalai naan rasippen
Dressed in a Kanchipuram silk saree,
Tapping a rhythm with the anklets on your feet,
Young girl, stop and listen to me!
Once my wife comes into my life,
All the things that I will do for her—
Shall I tell you my gathered dreams?
Sarees have become old-fashioned,
Salwars have become boring,
Wearing a different pair of jeans each day,
Wearing skirts that touch her knees,
Putting on a touch of lipstick,
I will admire her beauty!
Twice a month,
I will take her to the beauty parlour.
At night, just like her nightdress,
I will wrap myself around her!
Dressed in a Kanchipuram silk saree,
Tapping a rhythm with the anklets on your feet,
Young girl, stop and listen to me!
I will ask her to ride the scooter,
I will put my hands around her waist.
Telling her to look ahead and ride,
I will softly pinch her from behind.
If she sleeps in, I won't mind,
I will make the dosas myself.
If she travels away to her hometown,
I will yearn for her deep inside.
That her face should be given to our daughter,
I will pray for such a blessing.
To make her name our child's initial,
I will surely make it happen.
All the love letters from her youth,
Back when she wore half-sarees,
The two of us will read together...
Even in our old age,
Our kisses then
Will still taste so sweet to us!
Even while chopping onions,
Her eyes must never tear up.
"We don't need onions at all, my dear,"
I will banish them completely!
Dressed in a Kanchipuram silk saree,
Tapping a rhythm with the anklets on your feet,
Young girl, stop and listen to me!
Oh, for my mother too,
She should introduce modern style,
Dress her up in salwars to see,
And bond with her like a friend!
When a pretty girl walks by,
And I look at her admiringly,
She should gently twist my ear,
Yet still adore me all the same!
Tucking fresh flowers into her hair,
I will take photos of her to keep.
If she says she doesn't like it,
I will give up drinking beer.
Just three times
A day,
I will smoke the cigarettes she gives me!
When they snap open in our playful moments,
I will stitch the hooks back onto her blouse!
If she gets angry and scolds me,
I will go stand in the backyard,
Look around to make sure nobody sees,
And weep softly all by myself.
Dressed in a Kanchipuram silk saree,
Tapping a rhythm with the anklets on your feet,
Young girl, stop and listen to me!
Once my wife comes into my life,
All the things that I will do for her—
Shall I tell you my gathered dreams?
Sarees have become old-fashioned,
Salwars have become boring,
Wearing a different pair of jeans each day,
Wearing skirts that touch her knees,
Putting on a touch of lipstick,
I will admire her beauty!
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