Sunday, June 19, 2016

The Flight Doesn't Always Make Up For the Fall

There are days when I would happily embrace a simple vista from a plateau.

Not complainin', jus' sayin'.

Jagadeesha, Jagadeesha, Jagadeesha
Jagadeesha, Jagadeesha, Jagadeesha
They speak of a country I also knew
Inside a sound
Oh, friend, come closer
I will unfold her
Bliss all around

Come, my son!
Come, my daughter!
Come in love, come in honour!
Oh, Jagadeesha, eternal teacher,
Bless all our hours, hours, hours!

Jagadeesha, Jagadeesha, Jagadeesha
Jagadeesha, Jagadeesha, Jagadeesha

Go with the good, forever run,
This love is strong, burn all night long
Bless them in full, in all three worlds
My momma said, oh, oh, oh

Come, my son!
Come, my daughter!
Come in love, come in honour!
Oh, Jagadeesha, eternal teacher,
Bless all our hours, hours, hours!

Jagadeesha, Jagadeesha, Jagadeesha
Jagadeesha, Jagadeesha, Jagadeesha


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