In every chapter of life, there is right and there is wrong
There is blind, there is mute, and there is deaf in every being
Your surroundings are dark, midnight is endless
You are denied with the images and colors of the world
Don't worry, my friend, if you are born like that
A blind in this world, you are free from sins
The actual world is not different from yours
A lot of us are living like you
Cannot see, cannot hear, sometimes stuttering
Towards a desired blessed life
You want to sing yet you don't have the will to do it
The cries of your heart and mind, no one is minding you
Your ten fingers, my friend, that's how they will notice you
Even though you are born mute, you are a noble to everyone
The actual world is not different from yours
A lot of us are living like you
Cannot see, cannot hear, sometimes stuttering
Towards a desired blessed life
What is music for you, is it important?
Your surroundings are quiet, their singings are not heard
You're lucky, oh my friend, the world is very noisy
For a deaf like you; there are no complaints, no chaos
The actual world is not different from yours
A lot of us are living like you
Cannot see, cannot hear, sometimes stuttering
Towards a desired blessed life
Cannot see, cannot hear, sometimes stuttering
Towards a desired blessed life