Kishore Kumar Hits

Sunday Driver - Concubine Waltz şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Sunday Driver

albüm: The Mutiny


Moonlit march on a scorching plain??? and weary, and soul in vain
In the distance a searching light
Beckons him into the night.
Larara...

What pretense of a shrine is this?
What kind of goddess will sway and kiss?
Get you gone, for I'll torch this den
Mischievous temptress of men.
Larara...

King of kings, so deaply devout
Of your virtue I have no doubt
Taste of mind, what offerings so sweet
Come sate your thirst by my feet.
Larara...

Every fool follows a star
Drink and piss wherever you are...

Scent of jasmine and temple???
Glory be to the concubine
Soldier, emperor, prince and fool
Long may the dancing girl rule.
Larara...

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