Emandoi Sreevaru - P. Susheela перевод на английский

Emandoi Sreevaru

Emandoi
Emandoi srivaru oka chinna maata
Ye vooru velatharu edheekani vela
Emandoi srivaru oka chinna maata
Ye vooru velatharu edheekani vela
Emandoi

Pasi vani chuchutaku ee thondara
Mayamarachi muddhadi laalinthura
Pasi vani chuchutaku ee thondara
Mayamarachi muddhadi laalinthura
Srimathiki bahumathiga emitthuro
Icchendhuku emundhi mee daggara

Emandoi
Emandoi srivaru oka chinna maata
Ye vooru velatharu edheekani vela
Emandoi

Abbayi polika ee thandridha
Apuroopamaina aa thallidha
Abbayi polika ee thandridha
Apuroopamaina aa thallidha
Ayyagari andhalu ranicchina
Ee buddhi raaniku bhagavanthuda

Emandoi
Emandoi srivaru oka chinna maata
Ye vooru velatharu edheekani vela
Emandoi

Priyamaina maa illu vidanaadi pothe
Thala dhaachukona meeku thaavaina ledhe Hayyoo Paapam
Priyamaina maa illu vidanaadi pothe
Thala dhaachukona meeku thaavaina ledhe
Kapataalu maanesi naa madhilona
Kapataalu maanesi naa madhilona
Kaapuramu cheyandi kalakaalamu

Emandoi
Emandoi srivaru oka chinna maata
Ye vooru velatharu edheekani vela
Emandoi

Emandoi Sreevaru

My beloved
My beloved Srivaru, a little word from you,
Can this dawn become a festival?
My beloved Srivaru, a little word from you,
Can this dawn become a festival?
My beloved,

I am thirsty, my sweetheart, please quench my thirst,
My beautiful lady, hold me close
I am thirsty, my sweetheart, please quench my thirst,
My beautiful lady, hold me close,
What reward can I give you?
I have nothing to offer you except my devotion.

My beloved,
My beloved Srivaru, a little word from you,
Can this dawn become a festival?
My beloved,

The son is a gift from his father,
The daughter is a precious gift from her mother,
The son is a gift from his father,
The daughter is a precious gift from her mother.
The Lord has shown compassion to the blind,
He has given me my sight.

My beloved,
My beloved Srivaru, a little word from you,
Can this dawn become a festival?
My beloved,

When I leave my beloved home,
I have no place to rest my head, alas, how unfortunate!
When I leave my beloved home,
I have no place to rest my head.
Hypocrites dwell in my heart,
Hypocrites dwell in my heart,
Making it difficult to make a living.

My beloved,
My beloved Srivaru, a little word from you,
Can this dawn become a festival?
My beloved,