You are my life, Radha,
You, you, my life, Radha,
Without seeing you,
How to live?
What,
What, I don't,
Don't talk to you, talk to you,
Krishna,
Never, never on speaking terms?
Radha going, pretending to go,
Trying to take cover,
Wanting to hide behind
And Krishna calling,
Calling from,
Notes breaking.
O Radha, Radha,
Will you not, not come
To play and roam
The orchards,
Will you, you not,
Radha?
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