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Lyrics of Missing Sunday - मिसिंग संडे
dil me pal pal hai ek hulchul hoga kya kal
what gonaa happened
bechaniya betabiya bekarari twenty four seven
dil me pal pal hai ek hulchul
hoga kya kal what gonaa happened
bechaniya betabiya bekarari twenty four seven
do make one thing one thing
missing sunday sunday missing sunday
woo oo woo jaane hua kya sunday
woo oo woo jaane hua kya sunday
missing sunday
dil me pal pal hai ek hulchul hoga kya kal
what gonaa happened
bechaniya betabiya bekarari twenty four seven
dil me pal pal hai ek hulchul hoga kya kal
what gonaa happened
bechaniya betabiya bekarari twenty four seven
do make one thing one thing
missing sunday sunday
do make one thing one thing
missing sunday sunday
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Missing Sunday
A tempest brews within the heart, each breath a tide,
What dawn unfolds, where destiny shall hide?
Restless whispers, yearnings that never cease,
Anxious longings, a perpetual unease.
A tempest brews within the heart, each breath a tide,
What dawn unfolds, where destiny shall hide?
Restless whispers, yearnings that never cease,
Anxious longings, a perpetual unease.
Do make one choice, one single thread to bind,
Missing Sundays, leaving peace behind.
Missing Sundays, oh, the echoes in the mind.
Oh, oh, what vanished, that Sunday's grace?
Oh, oh, what shadows now embrace?
Missing Sundays, a vacant space.
A tempest brews within the heart, each breath a tide,
What dawn unfolds, where destiny shall hide?
Restless whispers, yearnings that never cease,
Anxious longings, a perpetual unease.
A tempest brews within the heart, each breath a tide,
What dawn unfolds, where destiny shall hide?
Restless whispers, yearnings that never cease,
Anxious longings, a perpetual unease.
Do make one choice, one single thread to bind,
Missing Sundays, leaving peace behind.
Do make one choice, one single thread to bind,
Missing Sundays, oh, the echoes in the mind.
This Poetic Translation, in English, has been provided mainly for those users who do not understand Hindi. This is a basic translation and could have minor mistakes. Thanks.
