Lyrics in Thanglish
Exact translation of tamil words
All the ground and the dirt in the heat,
senses dead and going blind
when you have war on your mind.Feel the drums of battle
beating in your head,
and the only song you are singing
is the song of the dead.
I am not a man I am a shell
thats waiting to explode
on my shoulders gotta burning overload. Thuppakki engal thozhiley
thurpakkiyam thaan vaazhviley
eppodhum saavu neriley
ippodhu velvom poriley Porgalai naangal therndhekkavillai
porgal emmai therndheduthu kondadhu
Engal kayil aayudhangal illai
Aayudhaththin kaigalil engal udal ulladhu ooraikaakum porukku
othigai seikindrom
saave engal vazhvendru
sathiyam seikindrom ottagam mudhuginmel
oru samaveli kidaiyaadhu
dollar ulagathil
sama dharmam kidaiyaadhu o ho..o o oh Needhi kaanaamal
o ho..o o oh porgal oyaadhu thupaaki engal thozhaney
thozh kondan veeran dheivamey
eppodhum engal koppayil
thaeneerum parugum maranamey With a rifle in your hand
Its down to man to man
to live you gotta let die
I ll bear the sky for a nine
You cant afford to fail
gotta fight it to the nail
gotta live by the warriors code
cant afford to look back down the road. Boomiyai thaanga
konja veeram ketkindrom.
puyalai swasikka
nurai eeral ketkindrom
ettu dhisaigalal
oru imaiyam ketkindrom
irul moolaadhu
elamai ketkindrom thupaakiyum thalayanayaai
thoongi thirikindrom
thozhodum maranathai
thooki thirikindrom ottagam mudhuginmel
oru samaveli kidaiyaadhu
dollar ulagathil
sama dharmam kidaiyaadhu o ho..o o oh Needhi kaanaamal
o ho..o o oh porgal oyaadhu | English Translation
I tried my best 🙂
All the ground and the dirt in the heat,
senses dead and going blind
when you have war on your mind.Feel the drums of battle
beating in your head,
and the only song you are singing
is the song of the dead.
I am not a man I am a shell
thats waiting to explode
on my shoulders gotta burning overload. Guns on our shoulders,
our life is unlucky.
always death is before us
we will win this battle now we didn’t choose war-but
war choose us
Weapons are not in our hand
but we are in its hand. doing rehearsal
for war which saves world.
we promise ,
death is our life. camel’s back is not
a plane surface.
in dollar world,
there is no justice. without getting justice
war’s doesn’t end Guns on our shoulders,
our life is unlucky.
always death is before us
we will win this battle now With a rifle in your hand
Its down to man to man
to live you gotta let die
I ll bear the sky for a nine
You cant afford to fail
gotta fight it to the nail
gotta live by the warriors code
cant afford to look back down the road. To save world,
we ask for braveness.
to breath cyclone
we ask for lungs.
to see in 8 directions,
we ask for eyes,
200 hundred years
we ask for youthness we roam, sleeping with
Gun as a pillow.
we roam, carrying death
in our shoulders. camel’s back is not
a plane surface.
in dollar world,
there is no justice. without getting justice
war’s doesn’t end |
