Again the the rain clouds gather, again the memories gather,
All our rains, still drain through my heart,
again the rains so wet, again the rains bring us together,
all her fond memories, rains bring back to me,
again the rains hear a lot, again the rains speak a lot,
yet it only listens to all her talks and not mine,
yet i tell the rains, yet i speak to rains,
for all our fond memories again, i ask the rains.
(Translated from the Marathi Song Gaarva by Soumitra)
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