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One Tear

A flower that is a flower, it is not here,
even if it's already the middle of spring.
Even if my heart hopes,
I know love will not return,
and that's why I don't live anymore.
 
The river flows slower than ever,
the sky has no color anymore.
Since love went away,
since she left me here alone,
I still exist, but I no longer live.
 
And one tear falls down,
just one tear, no more.
I'm aware that it won't help,
and I'm pretty sure that
not even time will heal me,
if my first love will not return.
 
A flower that is a flower, it is not here,
even if it's already the middle of spring.
Even if my heart hopes,
I know love will not return,
and that's why I don't live anymore.
 
And one tear falls down,
just one tear, no more.
I'm aware that it won't help,
and I'm pretty sure that
not even time will heal me,
if my first love will not return.
 
And one tear falls down,
just one tear, no more...
 

Lord Jagannath, why are you so late in coming out?

Lord Jagannath, why are you so late in coming out?
Once in a year you come out on chariot, to uplift the downtrodden ones
 
The whole world has assembled to have a glance of yours
To vanquish all their grief and sorrow, looking at your face
 
The Gajapati king is standing on front, folding two hands over his head
With a golden handle, he sweeps the road on which the chariot will run soon
 
Friends, take out some time and savour this captivating scene
With this, Gauricharana (the poet) is going to the shadows of the chariot
 

Antique

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You will forever remain her toy,
because you fell for her
because you trusted her eyes
and now your soul goes after her
your heart is now an antique at her house
 
Look into your heart and ask
What about her that you are running after
My dear, her heart never loved you
And not a million years will change her
 
It's because you trusted her eyes
And now your soul goes after her
Your heart is now an antique at her house
 
When she tells you 'cry', you cry,
and when she tells you 'laugh', you laugh,
tell me, I wonder if you like the person you've become
when you are lost in the midst of loving her
 
It's because you trusted her eyes
And now your soul goes after her
Your heart is now an antique at her house