♫ Tanglish lyrics
↻ English translation
Oh nenje oh nenje
Sogam enthan mugavariyaa
En kadhal paattukku
Kanneer thuliyae mudhal variyaa
Oh nenje oh nenje
Sogam enthan mugavariyaa
En kadhal paattukku
Kanneer thuliyae mudhal variyaa
Intha kadhal malarkatchi
Adharkillai manasaatchi
Naan kannaadi sirppamthaan
Kal veesi ponaayae nee
En kangal imai thaangum
Ini unnaal idi thaangum
Oh nenje oh nenje
Sogam enthan mugavariyaa
En kadhal paattukku
Kanneer thuliyae mudhal variyaa
Valathu kannil vanthu un ninaivu
Oru mullai vaikkirathu
Idathu kannil vanthu un ninai
Sudum theeyai vaikkirathu
Oru samayam nenjil un kanavu
Siru poovai veesiyathu
Oru samayam nenjil un kanavu
Siru poovai veesiyathu
Un perai sollaatha neraththilae
En naakku enai thittum kobaththilae
Unnai enni azhuthida ingae
Irandu vizhi thaangaathu
Naga kangal adhilum azhuthaal
Adhukooda pothaathu
Naan unnaal siragaanaen
Nee illai viragaanaen
En raththathil oru paadhi
Kanneeraai veliyaeruthae
Oru sollil uyir thanthaai
Maru sollil adhai kettaai
Oh nenje oh nenje
Sogam enthan mugavariyaa
En kadhal paattukku
Kanneer thuliyae mudhal variyaa
Megangalai pola naan irunthaal
Unnai mazhaiyaai saernthiruppaen
Vennilavai pola naan irunthaal
Unnai iravil thoonga vaippaen
Thendral adhai pola naan irunthaal
Un moochchil kudiyiruppaen
Bhoomiyinai pola naan irunthaal
Un paadhaththai sumanthiruppaen
Sthambiththu nirkindra gragam idhu
Neeyindri vaazhgindra naanthaan adhu
Uyir irukkum pothae kettaen
Unnaidaththil vinnappam
Un madiyil uyir vida thaanae
Meendum oru santharppam
Maram thedum paravai naan
Mugam thedum uruvam naan
Ada ippothum appothum
En moochchu thaan nirkkumo
Idhayaththil siru thuvaaram
Nee ponaal perithaagum
Oh nenje oh nenje
Sogam enthan mugavariyaa
En kadhal paattukku
Kanneer thuliyae mudhal variyaa
Intha kadhal malarkatchi
Adharkkillai manasaatchi
Naan kannaadi sirppamthaan
Kal veesi ponaayae nee
En kangal imai thaangum
Ini unnaal idi thaangum
Oh nenje oh nenje
Sogam enthan mugavariyaa
En kadhal paattukku
Kanneer thuliyae mudhal variyaa
Oh my heart, oh my heart,
Has sorrow become my address?
For my song of love,
Is a teardrop the very first line?
Oh my heart, oh my heart,
Has sorrow become my address?
For my song of love,
Is a teardrop the very first line?
This love is a flower show,
Yet it has no conscience.
I was only a sculpture of glass,
And you threw stones and walked away.
My eyes could bear the weight of eyelids,
Now, because of you, they must bear thunderbolts.
Oh my heart, oh my heart,
Has sorrow become my address?
For my song of love,
Is a teardrop the very first line?
In my right eye, your memory arrives
And leaves a piercing thorn.
In my left eye, your memory arrives
And leaves a burning flame.
At times, your dream in my heart
Gently tossed a flower.
At times, your dream in my heart
Whipped up a raging storm.
In moments when I do not speak your name,
My own tongue scolds me in anger.
To weep here thinking of you,
Just two eyes are not enough.
Even if tears fell from the edges of my nails,
Even that would not suffice.
Because of you, I grew wings,
Without you, I have turned to firewood.
Half of the blood inside me
Is flowing away as tears.
With one word, you gave me life;
With the next, you demanded it back.
Oh my heart, oh my heart,
Has sorrow become my address?
For my song of love,
Is a teardrop the very first line?
If I were like the clouds,
I would have reached you as rain.
If I were like the moon,
I would have put you to sleep at night.
If I were like the gentle breeze,
I would have lived inside your breath.
If I were like the earth,
I would have carried your footsteps...
Which planet has come to a standstill?
It is me, living without you.
While life still remains, I placed
A heartfelt plea before you:
To breathe my last upon your lap,
Give me just one more chance.
I am a bird searching for a tree,
I am a form searching for a face.
Ah, whether right now or later,
Will my breath simply stop?
There is a small wound in my heart;
If you leave, it will only grow wider...
Oh my heart, oh my heart,
Has sorrow become my address?
For my song of love,
Is a teardrop the very first line?
This love is a flower show,
Yet it has no conscience.
I was only a sculpture of glass,
And you threw stones and walked away.
My eyes could bear the weight of eyelids,
Now, because of you, they must bear thunderbolts.
Oh my heart, oh my heart,
Has sorrow become my address?
For my song of love,
Is a teardrop the very first line?
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