If there’s a backstory I would love to hear it!!
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NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP
NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN
NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND AND DESERT YOU
All-4-One ‘I Swear’
I see the questions in your eyes
I know what's weighing on your mind
But you can be sure I know my part
'Cause I'll stand beside you through the years
You'll only cry those happy tears
And though I'll make mistakes
I'll never break your heart
I swear
By the moon and stars in the sky
I'll be there
I swear
I’d already been through two awful marriages and believed all guys were like that. He sent me this song. Turns out all guys aren’t like that. (We’re very happily married.)
I’ve never seen anything quite like you!
Well I've seen you in jeans with no make-up on
And I've stood there in awe as your date for the prom
I'm blessed as a man to have seen you in white
But I've never seen anything quite like you tonight
No, I've never seen anything quite like you
When it's right it's more than right
'Cause you feel it more than feel
I could take this moment now
Ride into the grave with me
I have heard this song after I got home one day and it made me think of the guy I like and how he looked at me in awe when he picked me up for the dance!
"Sandase Aate Hai" really hits me in the feels. (below is a translation I found; https://lyricstranslate.com/en/sandese-aate-hai-letters-come.html )
The letters come,
they agonize us,
They always ask us a question,
a question that never seems to get old
When are you coming home?
When are you coming home?
Do write when you will be back?
Cause this home seems quiet and lonely without you.
The letters come,
they agonize us,
The letter asks us,
a question that never seems to get old
When are you coming home?
When are you coming home?
Do write when you will be back?
Cause this home seems quiet and lonely without you.
A lady who has a big heart,
A lady who is gorgeous,
has written me a letter,
She has asked me this question,
Someone's breath,
someone's heartbeat,
Someone's bangles,
Someone's bracelets
Someone's Kohl,
Someone's flower decorated hair
ask me this question
Those scented mornings,
Those restless evenings,
Lonely nights,
incomplete conversations
Wishful arms
and the wishful eyes are asking me this question
When will you be home?
When will you be home?
Write back when you will be home?
Because without you, my heart is lonely
The letters come,
they agonize us,
The letter asks us,
a question that never seems to get old
When are you coming home?
When are you coming home?
Do write when you will be back?
Cause this home seems quiet and lonely without you.
The ones who love me with all their heart,
my friends back where I live,
have written to me,
they ask me this question
The village I belong to,
The shed under the mango trees,
The old fig tree,
the raining clouds over my village,
the farms where I grew up,
the green lands over there,
have asked me this question.
the flowers of the spring season,
those branches of trees flowing in the wind,
the swings on the branches of those trees,
the flowers of my village,
the giggling flower buds of my village
and the trails and paths all ask me this question
When are you coming home?
When are you coming home?
Write back soon, when you will be back?
Cause this village is lonely without you
The letters come,
they agonize us,
The letter asks us,
a question that never seems to get old
When are you coming home?
When are you coming home?
Do write when you will be back?
Cause this home seems quiet and lonely without you.
Sometimes a motherly letter
like a holy river of love, letter
comes to me,
it brings along,
All the memories of my childhood,
those games I played in the courtyard of my house
that mom's saree waving on my face,
the khol she put under my ear to save me from evil eye
that lullaby that she sang for me in the nights,
that magic soft and warm touch of her hand,
that shining unconditional love in her eyes,
that worry of hers for me in her words,
the way she would scold me all the time,
the love that she would try to hide and act all strict
that avatar of Goddess on Earth,
This is the only question she asks me in every letter she writes
When will you be back?
When will you be back?
Write back soon, when you will be back?
Without you this courtyard is quiet and lonely my son
The letters come,
they agonize us,
The letter asks us,
a question that never seems to get old
When are you coming home?
When are you coming home?
Do write when you will be back?
Cause this home seems quiet and lonely without you.
Hey, flowing wind please tell me,
Will you pleasee do me a favor?
Please go back to my village
Say hi to my friends on my behalf,
Go to the place where the love of my life lives,
give her a kiss on my behalf,
give her a kiss on my behalf,
Just a little further if you go, you'll reach my home,
my mother lives there, she is an old lady,
go touch her feet on my behalf,
make her feel my presence
even if just for a second,
Hey, flowing wind, please!
My friends, my lover, my mom,
give them a message from me,
please go and give them this message for me,
(cont. in next post)
I will be back,119
I will be back,
Back to my village,
back under the shed of the mango trees,
The promise that I had made,
to my mom's lap,
to that big old fig tree,
to the khol of my lover,
I will keep that promise,
I will be back one day,
I will be back one day
--- I dont really think it needs more than that it came from a war movie. go listen to the original song, it is hauntingly beautiful. God bless all military around the world, end all wars, help us establish peace in this world, and help those brave people keep their promise of coming home one day. :')
