Where you, you the Blue Boy,
The Blue Boy
Of Vrindavan,
Vrindavan, fluting,
Fluting the pipe,
The pipe
And it breaking,
Breaking the melody
Of love
And the gopis giving,
Giving an ear,
Ear to
Running,
Running to the direction
The melody,
The melody is coming?
O Shyam,
Shyam, Ghanashyam,
Ghanashyam,
Where do you,
Do you lie,
Lie in
Playing,
Playing the golden flute,
The golden flute
And the melody,
The melody breaking from,
Drenching it all in love?
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