A love song
My post For you, demanded a translation. I couldn't possibly refuse that irate woman. Again, its something I asked my Dad for. In his words:
Have translated the song with little bit of changes to make it lyrical.Of course, the meaning remains the same, hopefully.Hv also added a title.Here it goes....
"Thou art no more"
Days gone-by, call me from far behind,
As though, old memories paint pictures with colours of pain,
in my heart & mind.
Now I recall, I can recall, I do recall the memories of the first sight,
I do recall the very moment, I gave my heart to her & lost my right.
Two different paths of two of us, converged,
At the turning of a new road, into one, it merged.
Days gone-by, calling me from far behind,
As if, old memories paint pictures with colours of pain, in my heart & mind.
That was in a unique new land,
The days were vibrant with songs galore, in bright sun & glittering sand.
Those tunes now lament in my empty life,
Its all gone, its all gone,
Now the host of sweet & romantic meetings are gone,
The games full of laughter & colour, are all over.
When & where an unknown star has fallen,
Why should the sky remember?
The days gone-by , calling me from far behind,
As though, old memories paint pictures with colours of pain
in my heart & mind
Beautiful, no?
Have translated the song with little bit of changes to make it lyrical.Of course, the meaning remains the same, hopefully.Hv also added a title.Here it goes....
"Thou art no more"
Days gone-by, call me from far behind,
As though, old memories paint pictures with colours of pain,
in my heart & mind.
Now I recall, I can recall, I do recall the memories of the first sight,
I do recall the very moment, I gave my heart to her & lost my right.
Two different paths of two of us, converged,
At the turning of a new road, into one, it merged.
Days gone-by, calling me from far behind,
As if, old memories paint pictures with colours of pain, in my heart & mind.
That was in a unique new land,
The days were vibrant with songs galore, in bright sun & glittering sand.
Those tunes now lament in my empty life,
Its all gone, its all gone,
Now the host of sweet & romantic meetings are gone,
The games full of laughter & colour, are all over.
When & where an unknown star has fallen,
Why should the sky remember?
The days gone-by , calling me from far behind,
As though, old memories paint pictures with colours of pain
in my heart & mind
Beautiful, no?
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