Текст и перевод песни K. S. Chithra - Ven Mukilin Kambily (Female Vocals)

Ven Mukilin Kambily (Female Vocals)

Venmukilin kambili maarum manjurukum thaazhvarayil
Pon Veyilin pattu virichu veendum vaasantham

Venmukilin kambili maarum manjurukum thaazhvarayil
Pon Veyilin pattu virichu veendum vaasantham

Janmathin pachila mettil meettunnu kaattaruvi nee
Snehathin padhasarathin eeran sangeetham

Ozhukunna kaattin kaikkumbilil oru kunju poovin aandholanam
Kani kandu nilkke nalkunnuvo... kavilathu melle then chumbanam
Mayilaadi nilkkum... manasinteyullil mazhavillu neyyum panthalille ennum maayaathe

Venmukilin kambili maarum manjurukum thaazhvarayil
Pon Veyilin pattu virichu veendum vaasantham

Naruvennilaavin paal maariyil nanayunnuvo nee
Innadhyamayi

Ariyathe poyo innolamee
Azhakaarnnu peyyum venchandhanam

Kalavaaniyaakum Kili vannu kaathil
Mridhu venu gaanam mooliyille ennum thoraathe

Venmukilin kambili maarum manjurukum thaazhvarayil
Pon Veyilin pattu virichu veendum vaasantham

Ven Mukilin Kambily (Female Vocals)

When the sky is draped in a veil of grey clouds, my darling, I seek solace in the temple,
Where the sun weaves a tapestry of golden rays, promising the return of spring.

When the sky is draped in a veil of grey clouds, my darling, I seek solace in the temple,
Where the sun weaves a tapestry of golden rays, promising the return of spring.

On the emerald steps of life, you guide me with your boundless wisdom,
The melody of your love carries me through every phase.

In the tempestuous winds, like a delicate bud swaying in the storm,
I watch in awe as you cradle me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
Like a peacock's dance, vibrant hues paint the canvas of our hearts, a timeless masterpiece.

When the sky is draped in a veil of grey clouds, my darling, I seek solace in the temple,
Where the sun weaves a tapestry of golden rays, promising the return of spring.

Bathed in moonlight, you shower me with your love,
My innocent love.

I never knew love could be so intoxicating,
Like a fragrant sandalwood scent that fills the air.

In the kaleidoscope of colors, where parrot-green leaves dance in the breeze,
The gentle melody of your flute lingers in my soul.

When the sky is draped in a veil of grey clouds, my darling, I seek solace in the temple,
Where the sun weaves a tapestry of golden rays, promising the return of spring.