When you go to my village, you will find my brothers watching me, talking to them about how our heroes wounds and wounds are done to free the motherland from slavery.
Observe the honor of the sun, obey the honor of the shock,
In the dark of the night, the last breath of a baby rays
Observe the honor of gold
No'ti ani pass ko madi rai, Noti ani pass ko bani
There was no one there who washed the wounds, there was a night
Observe the honor of gold
As the veins shed their blood, the veins shed their blood,
One of the last ball of fading lips was standing there
Observe the honor of gold
Veera my country far away, Veera my village far,
It is my sacrifice to hand over the country of Valida
Observe the honor of gold
A and D are called KJ rays, A and K are K,
The village of Rajesar has drifted away from the village of Rewati
Observe the honor of gold
Lemon Lemonade, Ray Lemon Lemonade,
Bhalla Thai will ask Bhandu, why Rangheludo investment
Observe the honor of gold
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to you,
How to play Ruda Khel Khandi ray
Observe the honor of gold
KJ Saam Paw Bhitanta Ray, KJ Sam Wounds Zeelanta,
Standing up, stopping our suspicion of Veer Vary's ray
Observe the honor of gold
People have considered some of the heartfelt songs as folk songs but they are actually the compositions of a poet-songwriter, such as the color of a butcher, the current of Shivaji; There are folk songs, not folk songs. It's likely that these songs will be released in ballads after five-ten decades!
'Suna Samadrani Paale Re ...' is a song of national shire, Zawerchand Meghani. During Sabarmati Prison in the year 1, Meghanbhai read the English phrase 'Been on the Rhine' by Caroline Sheridan Norton, published in the old issue of the Royal Reader, and translated it into Gujarati but not as "obeyed in honor of Tsuna". The original composition transformed the Rhine River of Germany into the Lokmata Reva of Gujarat.
The Navalohia youth, who have been wishing for Indian mother's freedom, have left the village, the British are executing the massacre, and many young people are martyred but in this song the only person who is badly wounded in the evening is breathing the last breath of the sea. The warriors pass by, calling him out and telling his final words that I belong to the Rajesar village of Rewati, my village. There is removed from the oats shalt give me news of my martyrdom by the sword, no virane sompaje finish it so I would not dream of freedom!
When you go to my village, you will find my siblings watching my wagons down the aisle in the paddock and talk to them about how our brave wounds and wounds were done to free the motherland from slavery. In the same way, let my mother, my Ben, and my wish to be in the future be with me.
The bravery of patriarchy came out of the brave father's ear while listening to his riot stories in childhood, which is why his father's wretched sword was inherited by his father when his parents' property was divided between the brothers!
The mouthpiece and the 3-inch-long, eye-catching tune is the "rattan" of folk music programs in front of a young audience.
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