Текст и перевод песни Anjan Dutt - Raasta

Raasta

Chalache amar raasta; raasta uddeshyahin
Furie yachche highway jure aro ekata din
Aro anek anek dur parer sahar
Chalate have ama ratri bhor
Nei ye amar cono avasar
Yadi khuje pawa yeto ekata ghar!

Aami barie padesilam phele hazar pichutan
Chhilo na gantavya, shudhu chhilo anek gaan
Sei gangulo aaj gamee kotha pade
Amar ajante rastaar dhare
Yadi khuje pawa yeto hatha kare!
Yadi khuje pawa yeto tikana!

Keu cothao ach amar janya apeksha
Keu ki base ach amar janya e rasta

Ekata harie yawar unmadna, shwadhin thakar jihad
Venachhilam ghar kare sampark barbad
Sei gharer uthon dakche abar ama
Sei gharer gandh, gharer ushnata
Ekata forsa chadar, forsa bichana
Ekata radio-te celevelar gaan

Jhapsa amar highway, jhapsa aaj hridaya
Clant ei sharir aaj them yete cha
Tabu raasta se to thamate deve na
Ei raasta cothao paunche deve na
Ei clanti se to raasta bhave na
Raasta kable rastai thek ya.

Keu cothao ach amar janya apeksha
Keu ki base ach amar janya e rasta
Keu cothao ach amar janya apeksha
Keu ki aadau ach, base ach e rasta?

Keu cothao ach amar janya apeksha
Keu ki base ach amar janya e rasta
Keu cothao ach amar janya apeksha

The Road

My road goes on, a road without a destination,
Fury drives me on the highway, another day.
So many distant cities,
I must travel through the night until dawn.
I have no refuge,
If only I could find a home!

I’ve left behind a thousand regrets,
There was no destination, only many songs.
Those songs are now lost along the way,
Unknown to me, on the side of the road.
If only I could find a helping hand!
If only I could find my place!

Is someone, somewhere, waiting for me?
Is someone waiting for me on this road?

The madness of being lost, the struggle to be free,
I destroyed my connection to home.
That home now calls to me,
The scent of that home, its warmth.
A worn-out sheet, a worn-out bed,
A song by Cliff Richard on the radio.

My highway is weary, my heart is weary today,
This tired body wants to rest.
But the road won't let me stop,
This road won't let me arrive anywhere,
This weariness means nothing to the road,
The road will just remain a road.

Is someone, somewhere, waiting for me?
Is someone waiting for me on this road?
Is someone, somewhere, waiting for me?
Is someone still there, waiting on this road?

Is someone, somewhere, waiting for me?
Is someone waiting for me on this road?
Is someone, somewhere, waiting for me?