Текст и перевод песни S. P. Balasubrahmanyam - Havina Dvesha

Havina Dvesha

Haavina Dvesha Hanneradu Varusha
Haavina Dvesha Hanneradu Varusha
Nanna Rosha Nooru Varusha
Nanna Rosha Nooru Varusha

Haavina Dvesha Hanneradu Varusha

Ee Anjada Edeyali Nanje Illa
Bagguva Aalalla
Tale Taggisi Baalolla
Aa Lankeya Sutta Benki Yaava Kedanu Maadilla
Aadare Sedanu Bidalilla
Abhimaanava Bidalolle
Apamaanava Sahisolle
Anyaayava Maadolle

Haavina Dvesha Hanneradu Varusha
Haavina Dvesha Hanneradu Varusha
Nanna Rosha Nooru Varusha
Nanna Rosha Nooru Varusha

Haavina Dvesha Hanneradu Varusha

Aa Devaranendigu Doorodilla
Nambike Neegolla Naa Daaree Tappolla
Naa Ittare Shaapa Kottare Vara
Neetiya Meerolla Naa Olidare Kedilla
Aakroshada Urinaanu
Aa Vegada Vasha Naanu
Aa Premake Olidenu

Haavina Dvesha Hanneradu Varusha

Aa Raamanu Itta Baanada Guriyu Endoo Tappilla
Endendoo Tappilla
Ee Raamachaareen Kenako Gandu
Innoo Huttilla Aa Gande Huttilla
Aa Bheemanabaladavanu
Chaanikyana Chaladavanu
Ee Durgada Huli Ivanu

Haavina Dvesha Hanneradu Varusha
Haavina Dvesha Hanneradu Varusha
Nanna Rosha Nooru Varusha
Nanna Rosha Nooru Varusha

Haavina Dvesha Hanneradu Varusha

Havina Dvesha

My love, my hatred, it has been fifteen years
My love, my hatred, it has been fifteen years
My anger has been a hundred years
My anger has been a hundred years

My love, my hatred, it has been fifteen years

This limit should not exist between us
Why are you not good
The ego is useless
The fire of your arrogance, when will it stop burning
You do not come and talk
You do not forgive
You do not tolerate insults
You do not commit injustice

My love, my hatred, it has been fifteen years
My love, my hatred, it has been fifteen years
My anger has been a hundred years
My anger has been a hundred years

My love, my hatred, it has been fifteen years

The distance between me and you
With trust in you, my life is in ruins
If you curse me like this, I will die
I do not have intelligence, darling, to live
My anger is rising
That moment is mine
I will miss that love

My love, my hatred, it has been fifteen years

The arrow that Rama gave you, its wound will never heal
It will never heal
Rama's brother, why are you so cruel
That wound has not healed, it has not healed
You, the powerful Bheeman
You, the cunning Chanakya
You are the tiger of this Durgada

My love, my hatred, it has been fifteen years
My love, my hatred, it has been fifteen years
My anger has been a hundred years
My anger has been a hundred years

My love, my hatred, it has been fifteen years