My crimson blouse, a blush of rose,
My youth in Holi's colours flows.
Is there a lover, bold and free,
To carry me, my destiny?
My crimson blouse, a blush of rose,
My youth in Holi's colours flows.
Don't tempt me, love, this storm-swept hour,
Don't tempt me, love, this tempest's power.
In such a season, hearts may stray,
And passions seize the light of day.
Don't tempt me, love, this storm-swept hour.
My gait, a doom, a lightning's grace,
My gait, a doom, in time and space.
In tresses dark, who dares to roam,
Will surely lose their way back home.
Oh, ruin's queen, you've plucked the bloom,
Oh, ruin's queen, sealed in gloom.
Your garden dry, a barren scene,
Take from my bower, my heart, my queen.
Don't tempt me, love, this storm-swept hour,
Don't tempt me, love, this tempest's power.
In such a season, hearts may stray,
And passions seize the light of day.
My crimson blouse, a blush of rose,
My youth in Holi's colours flows.
In my veil, the burning embers gleam,
Behind me, stars and moonbeams dream.
My rising youth, a river's flow,
That seeks the depths, where secrets grow.
Don't let the wind your veil unfurl,
For hopes that rise will lose their world.
If glass should fall on stony ground,
Then faith and honour will be unbound.
My crimson blouse, a blush of rose,
My youth in Holi's colours flows.
Is there a lover, bold and free,
To carry me, my destiny?
Don't tempt me, love, this storm-swept hour.
Oh, love.
I am a serpent, venomous,
A tangled knot for hearts to guess.
Keep safe your robes, from my embrace,
I am no foe, I seek no space.
We are the drinkers of the venom’s sting,
The serpent’s hiss, no fear can bring.
Within our arms, they softly sway,
Those whom we choose, to light the way.
Don't tempt me, love, this storm-swept hour,
Don't tempt me, love, this tempest's power.
In such a season, hearts may stray,
And passions seize the light of day.
Don't tempt me, love, this storm-swept hour.
Oh, girl.
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