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Singareni is filled with coal...
Polavaram is filled with green fields...
Konaseema is draped in sari...
My eyes are shattered seeing this stunning beauty...
Hands are itching to caress and legs are yearning to put on her...
My anklets are yours, my Cherry...
My youth wants you to get rid of my worry...
Cherry will bring you anklets...
l'll do what you want, don't worry...
Fruit garden is there but can't pluck fruits...
Tender tamarind leaves are there but can't taste its sourness...
Milk pot is there but can't take the butter...
Young maiden is there but can't take her into his arms...
Lips are seeking something... Waist yearns to be held...
l'm your hairpin, my Cherry...
l'll come in a palanquin, don't worry...
O my girl, l'll come riding the seven horses...
Don't worry, l'll gallop with you...
Cot is ready but can't get on the bed...
Glass of milk is there but hasn't yet tasted it...
Everything is right before me but l'm confused...
There's home and comforts but no romance...
She says door is cradle... and wants a pumpkin...
Get me silver toe rings, my Cherry...
l'll follow you, don't worry...
l'll come with sacred thread, my girl...
Don't worry, l'll tie the knot...