Whenever feel I the crisis within,
Raking me badly,
I turn, turn to You, Muraliwalle,
Sorrow clawing at from my within,
I turn, turn to You,
Blue Boy, Blue Boy
To hear, hear the music,
The Music Divine,
Muraliwalle, Muraliwalle Krishna,
Krishna
To Your Blue Boy,
Blue Boy Music!
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