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World Oh, this world...
there are two types of people in it.
One who spends his whole life doing the same old job;
the other who crams all the world's jobs into a single life.
It was those two who said this, not me.
And while they said it, they did things
the like of which no one has ever done, nor perhaps could manage to.
From small towns, empty dawns and afternoons,
We picked up our bags and set off.
The rain has let up;
the river is calm; let's head into the ocean!
From small towns, empty dawns and afternoons,
we picked up our bags and set off.
The rain has let up;
the river is calm; let's go into the ocean!
Oh, we set off, we set off, by the grace of Ramchand.
The train clatters; the smoke rises.
The train clatters; the whistle blows.
The train clatters; the smoke rises.
The train clatters; it calls to me.
Let me pass; I've got to have a taste of the clouds!
I've got to write my name on the sky with a hunk of coal.
There's a road that goes by the moon;
head straight up it, and there will be my house.
There's a road that goes by the moon;
head straight up it, and there will be my house.
Oh, we set off, we set off, by the grace of Ramchand.
The train clatters; the smoke rises.
The train clatters; the whistle blows.
The train clatters; the smoke rises.
The train clatters; it calls to me.
From small towns, empty dawns and afternoons,
We picked up our bags and set off.
From small towns, empty dawns and afternoons,
we picked up our bags and set off.
The rain has let up;
the river is calm; let's head into the ocean!
Oh, we set off, we set off, by the grace of Ramchand.
The train clatters; the smoke rises.
The train clatters; the whistle blows.
The train clatters; the smoke rises.
The train clatters; it calls to me.
Sister walks with the cool shadows of the sky on her head.
We are the world, we are the sky; let the rest of the world swear as it likes.
With the moon affixed to your forehead as a teeka,
it's not easy living day and night among the stars.
Oh, we set off, we set off, by the grace of Ramchand.
The train clatters; the smoke rises.
The train clatters; the whistle blows.
The train clatters; the smoke rises.
The train clatters; it calls to me.
The train clatters;
the whistle blows;
the smoke rises;
it calls to me.
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