Radha, Radha, Radha,
A life without Radha,
You say it Krishna,
How, how can it tune around,
how can it the flute go breaking
With the melodies of it?
You are my own, Radha,
Radha, Radha, Radha,
How to live a life without you,
Krishna, Krishna, Krishna,
Radha, Radha, Radha,
Radha without Krishna
And Krishna without Radha,
How to, how to think of?
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