Lyrics of Life

हमारा जातक भी जातक कथाओं में अपनी माता को जाँता से आटा बनाते हुए देखता है उनका मिथकीय पात्र फरसा लिए कभी खेत में नहीं जाता माँ की हत्या के ल...

I lived in a country called Song: Countless singing women made me a citizen, and musicians from the four corners composed cities for me wit...

It takes much time to kill a tree, Not a simple jab of the knife Will do it. It has grown Slowly consuming the earth, Rising out of it, feed...