
When we sing together,
The world is ours.
The voices reach,
Millions,
Yet we remain unknown.
That’s the story of millions.
But one day it shall change,
And we shall be known from the unknown.
Adios!

When we sing together,
The world is ours.
The voices reach,
Millions,
Yet we remain unknown.
That’s the story of millions.
But one day it shall change,
And we shall be known from the unknown.
Adios!

Despite what you think,
Life goes on.
It doesn’t stop,
As it has already begun.
It’s God’s benevolent gesture,
That we are sane and not forgotten.
Adios!

A little bird says-,
“I am flying off to a far away country”.
Let me be free.
I shall send you a postcard from there.
If I find it suitable,
Then I shall settle down there,
And call my family over there.
Now let me be.
I am packing the suitcase.
Oh! My Lord,
I forgot my passport,
In case the officials of bird land,
Ask for it.
Bye.

Adios!

Those old days,
Those old memories,
Reminisce that times were once beautiful.
They still are,
But hope that they will be more beautiful,
And let us have and be our best.
Adios!

That of a bread,
Which was made by my mother,
I had mouthfuls.
Few With jam, few with butter and
Few simply with sugar.
That of a bread for which I am waiting,
Shall be prepared by mother soon,
And believe me, this time I shall,
Have it with milk.
Adios!