You are my love, Radha,
You are my heart, Radha,
The flute of my life
And the melody breaking forth,
You are heart, Radha,
You are my soul, Radha.
Radha, Radha, Radha, Radha,
You are my life, Radha,
You are my heart, Radha,
You are my soul,
How to live without,
Your flute that calling
And the music breaking forth?
The melody being as such
That go I calling, Radha, Radha, Radha,
You are my own, Radha,
Your flute,
You are my heart, Radha,
Your flute that breaking the tunes,
Radha, Radha, Radha,
You are my own, Radha.
Radha, Radha, Radha, Radha,
Radha, Radha, Radha, Shyam, Shyam, Shyam,
You are my own, Radha,
You are my own, Radha,
Your flute calls it that
And the music that breaks,
The music of the song divine
And the melody.
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