♫ Tanglish lyrics
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Valatha kadaa mutta vandhaa
Vacha sedi mullaanaa
Pona jenma paavamadi ammaalu
Thottililae paambirundhaa
Tholilae puli kedandhaa
Pethavanga thalai ezhuthu ammaalu
Pethavanga thalai ezhuthu ammaalu
Valatha kadaa mutta vandhaa
Vacha sedi mullaanaa
Pona jenma paavamadi ammaalu
Thottililae paambirundhaa
Tholilae puli kedandhaa
Pethavanga thalai ezhuthu ammaalu
Pethavanga thalai ezhuthu ammaalu
Muthamittum aasai illae
Sithathilum paasam illae…
Muthamittum aasai illae
Sithathilum paasam illae…
Ratham enna aachudhadi ammaalu
Vithu vitta maadugalum
Veedu kandu thirumba varum
Petha pulla odudhadi ammaalu
Buthi kettu porakka vechaan ammaalu
Valatha kadaa mutta vandhaa
Vacha sedi mullaanaa
Pona jenma paavamadi ammaalu
Pona jenma paavamadi ammaalu
Kannilae eeramillae
Kai chorum erangavillae…
Kannilae eeramillae
Kai chorum erangavillae…
Ennamellaam thudikkudhadi ammaalu
Mannilae naan nadandhaa
Man kooda kumbidumae
En pillae pagaichudhadi ammaalu
Rendu pethu onnu kettadhu ammaalu
Valatha kadaa mutta vandhaa
Vacha sedi mullaanaa
Pona jenma paavamadi ammaalu
Pona jenma paavamadi ammaalu
Oorilae paerirukka
Uttravanga madhippirukka
Vaeru vazhi theriyalaiyae ammaalu…
Oorilae paerirukka
Uttravanga madhippirukka
Vaeru vazhi theriyalaiyae ammaalu…
Tholilae potta thundu
Kaalilae vizhundhu vittaa
Vaazhvilae artham enna ammaalu
Pillae vagaiyaaga maaruvadhu ennaalu
Pillae vagaiyaaga maaruvadhu ennaalu
Pillae vagaiyaaga maaruvadhu ennaalu
If the ram I raised turns to butt me,
If the plant I nurtured turns into thorns,
It must be the sin of a past life, Ammalu.
If a snake rests in the cradle,
If a tiger lies upon the shoulder,
It is the fate of the parents, Ammalu.
It is the fate of the parents, Ammalu.
If the ram I raised turns to butt me,
If the plant I nurtured turns into thorns,
It must be the sin of a past life, Ammalu.
If a snake rests in the cradle,
If a tiger lies upon the shoulder,
It is the fate of the parents, Ammalu.
It is the fate of the parents, Ammalu.
Even when kissed, there is no affection,
Nor is there love in his heart...
Even when kissed, there is no affection,
Nor is there love in his heart...
What has happened to our own blood, Ammalu?
Even the cattle that were sold away
Will find their way back home,
Yet the child we raised runs away, Ammalu.
God let him be born without sense, Ammalu.
If the ram I raised turns to butt me,
If the plant I nurtured turns into thorns,
It must be the sin of a past life, Ammalu.
It must be the sin of a past life, Ammalu.
There is no kindness in his eyes,
And the food in hand will not go down...
There is no kindness in his eyes,
And the food in hand will not go down...
My whole heart trembles in agony, Ammalu.
When I walk upon this earth,
Even the soil bows with respect,
Yet my own son became my enemy, Ammalu.
I raised two children, and one turned bad, Ammalu.
If the ram I raised turns to butt me,
If the plant I nurtured turns into thorns,
It must be the sin of a past life, Ammalu.
It must be the sin of a past life, Ammalu.
Though I have a good name in this town,
And respect among my loved ones,
I can see no way forward, Ammalu.
Though I have a good name in this town,
And respect among my loved ones,
I can see no way forward, Ammalu.
If the cloth worn proudly on the shoulder
Falls all the way to the feet,
What meaning is left in life, Ammalu?
When will my child mend his ways and change?
When will my child mend his ways and change?
When will my child mend his ways and change?
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