In the rhythm of water waves

It's a couple of hours to get on the bus,
Go straight to your house - and for a moment,
No more pushing the ferry,
The bridge was built - year three,
Even if it is not easy, it is not so bad.

If you can, go down to Nitinpur,
As soon as I get down, I will find that Balaidar tea shop,
The name has not changed, though.
The old-fashioned face may be random,
If he is today, everything will be unknown to you.

I remember talking about Nandadar,
Lost Nanda Baul-Indrani is her love story,
The man is long gone,
But the rhythms of his dissonant voice, not to be forgotten.

How long have you been in the country,
The one that your mother went to,
After this this.

Do you ever get old,
Throwing stones in the water of memory,
How do I know the changing surroundings,
Sometimes being surprised by yourself all around.

Maybe you've changed,
We have also changed, even if we don't earn,
Or spend some time for a while,
Without calculation, without rules.