krishna

Where the spring mists settle as the valleys breathe, And the hillock's shadow light and calm. You're naught to feel unwanted though the world might abhor, Your home is in Victoria, Victoria... once more. When the night wind calls us to the tussling fields, Lost in battle, weary in your heart. I'll uphold her honor as we march to the shore. And I will see Victoria, Victoria, once more. My heart will sing Victoria, Victoria... once more. Her light, a harbor for faithless. She won't let you fall. When the darkness calls you, Anchor safe in her walls. Like a shield, she's Victoria. Her love for you is an army. Protected and served. When you're lost, unwanted, She's your hope, preserved. Like a sword, she's Victoria. Even if I wander yon' the hills towards Sargon She'll keep calling and her beacon lead like a warship steady through the storm. I am left unshaken, I'm safe in her arms. The solace of Victoria. Hopeful in Victoria. My heart will sing Victoria. March past the dusty moors, Shake off a thousand wars, Leaving, not left alone. Victoria is our home... You're naught to feel unwanted though the world might abhor. Your home is in Victoria... once more...

(Verse 1) In the dim-lit room where shadows dance, There stands a man in a whiskey trance, With eyes ablaze like a flickering flame, He's the Whiskey Man, a familiar name. (Chorus) Oh, the Whiskey Man, with his spirits old, He sings the blues of tales untold, In the depths where his soul once was, a fire burns bright, A conjurer of myths and ancient delights. (Verse 2) From the hills of Scotland to Irish shores, He pours his elixir, as the folklore soars, With each sip, whispers of old tales arise, Of spirits and familiars, in moonlit skies. (Bridge) In the depths of his glass, secrets reside, As he weaves his blues, with a touch of pride, The Whiskey Man knows the power of lore, He's a troubadour of myths, forevermore. (Verse 3) He sings of Dagda, the Allfather's Might, Of Celtic legends, in the starlit night, His voice, like whiskey, smoky and deep, A bluesman's soul, bound to ancient keeps. (Chorus) Oh, the Whiskey Man, with his spirits old, He sings the blues of tales untold, In the depths of his soul, a fire burns bright, A conjurer of myths and ancient delights. (Verse 4) Through ancient forests and mystical lands, The Whiskey Man wanders, a soulful man, He strums his guitar, as the flames grow higher, Summoning spirits, stoking desire. (Outro) In the blues of the Whiskey Man's serenade, We find ourselves lost, in a magical escapade, Whiskey, fire, and folklore intertwine, In the depths of the music, where legends align.

(Verse 1) Miles and miles away, from where my heart still roams, Streets I used to know, now feel like distant homes. Every passing day, I yearn for familiar sights, Where memories are woven, in the fabric of the nights. (Chorus) Oh, missing home, like a gentle ache, In the quiet moments, my heart starts to break. Faces and places, that my soul longs to embrace, Oh, missing home, take me back to that sacred space. (Verse 2) Houses filled with laughter, echoes in my mind, Fields of golden wheat, waving in the breeze so kind. The smell of mom's cooking, and dad's old rocking chair, Oh, missing home, the feeling's always there. (Bridge) In dreams I find solace, as I wander through the past, Chasing fleeting moments, that forever seem to last. But waking up to reality, I'm far from where I yearn, Oh, missing home, when will I return? (Chorus) Oh, missing home, like a gentle ache, In the quiet moments, my heart starts to break. Faces and places, that my soul longs to embrace, Oh, missing home, take me back to that sacred space. (Outro) Until the day I'm back, under familiar skies so blue, I'll carry home within me, in everything I do. For home is where the heart is, a truth I'll always know, Oh, missing home, until I'm back, I'll let my memories grow.

baapu meri jindgi bich tera bdda naam aur tu mere liye khuda ke samaan ha khuda ke samaan ha khuda ke samaan khuda te be jaan liye puchke maa baapu te badke aur koi na ... haa aur koi naa jindgi ke saare kast harle.. ashirwad chaahiye bs maa baap ka... manne sar pe bs tera haath chahiye aur kisi manne koi chah na hobe tere bina mera koi fame ni jivan tere bina mera bekar se.... baapu meri jindgi bich tera bdda naam aur tu mere liye khuda warga jindgi bich mera koi bda mukaam ni hoya yhi lagta si bs dar hai manne. mere liye tune apni raata ki neend se udaai dukh na hon diya kisi baat kaa.. paisa bi manne khoob se udhaaye bde bde schoola mein pdaya si tune .. life style meri te koi kami na aan di baapu meri jindgi bich tera bdda naam aur tu mere liye khuda ke samaan pure pariwar naal gana pyaar su karu, pr tu hi mere liye sabte badke duniya mein saari tere kadma mein laa, ke de dunga dunia mein bhi tere putta ka naam chaalega d ja pe bhi Aman Singh Kuntal, ke gaane chaalenge.... tu saath khada rahiye manne aur kuchh na chahiye meri jindgi de bich kde bhi door na jayye bhagwan te badke tu mere, liye hai mein aasman te taare todke kadma mein tere lyaake de dunga chodi chhaati kr muchha ne taab ke awsdssd garv te kahiye tera betaa khada se .. baapu meri jindgi bich tera bdda naam aur tu mere li khuda warga. tere te hi meri penchan bani se tere bina koi mera name naa tuhi meri jindgi ka aim aur, tuhi mera surname se teri pehchaan banana is bete ka baapu , bada dream se choti moti baate koni karda, is putt ke bade bade dream hobe. kitni bhi chaahe musibat aabe tere te na dukh aan duu... baapu meri jindgi bich tera bdda naam aur tu mere li khuda ke samaan ha khuda samaan ha khuda ke samaan. HA KHUDA KE SAMAAN Aman singh kuntal, Aman Singh Kuntal

Oh Jüli, queen so bold, Your scepter brings us fear and pain, Yet behind your harsh, cold hold, Lies a heart that's frozen, plain. The taxes high, the service tough, But none dare rise against her reign, For Jüli's gaze is stern enough, And those who don't obey, face pain. Oh Jüli, queen so bold, Your scepter brings us fear and pain, Yet behind your harsh, cold hold, Lies a heart that's frozen, plain. Her castle, stone and cold, so gray, The halls resound with fear's refrain, Of sorrow's song, by night and day, A sad, consuming, mournful strain. Oh Jüli, queen so bold, Your scepter brings us fear and pain, Yet behind your harsh, cold hold, Lies a heart that's frozen, plain. Yet one night, a sound so loud, Her snoring echoes through the hall, Queen Jüli rests, her head unbowed, Her snores make shadows on the wall. Oh Jüli, queen so bold, Your scepter brings us fear and pain, Yet behind your harsh, cold hold, Lies a heart that's frozen, plain. But one day soon, the time will come, When Jüli’s reign will fade away, Then from her grip, the land will hum, And hope will rise with the new day. Oh Jüli, queen so bold, Your scepter brings us fear and pain, Yet behind your harsh, cold hold, Lies a heart that's frozen, plain.

baapu meri jindgi bich tera bdda naam aur tu mere liye khuda ke samaan ha khuda ke samaan ha khuda ke samaan khuda te be jaan liye puchke maa baapu te badke aur koi na ...haa aur koi na ..haa aur koi naa jindgi ke saare kast harle.. ashirwad chaahiye bs maa baap ka... manne sar pe bs tera haath chahiye aur kisi manne koi chah na hobe tere bina mera koi fame ni jivan tere bina mera bekar se.... baapu meri jindgi bich tera bdda naam aur tu mere liye khuda warga jindgi bich mera koi bda mukaam ni hoya yhi lagta si bs dar ha manne mere liye tune apni raata ki neend se udaai dukh na hon diya kisi baat kaa.. paisa bi manne khoob se udhaaye bde bde schoola mein pdaya si tune .. life style meri te koi kami na aan di baapu meri jindgi bich tera bdda naam aur tu mere liye khuda ke samaan pure pariwar naal gana pyaar su karu, pr tu hi mere liye sabte badke duniya mein saari tere kadma mein laa, ke de dunga dunia mein bhi tere putta ka naam chaalega d ja pe bhi Aman Kuntal ke gaane chaalenge. tu saath khada rahiye manne aur kuchh na chahiye meri jindgi de bich kde bhi door na jayye bhagwan te badke tu mere, liye hai mein aasman te taare todke kadma mein tere lyaake de dunga chodi chhaati kr muchha ne taab ke awsdssd garv te kahiye tera betaa khada se .. baapu meri jindgi bich tera bdda naam aur tu mere li khuda warga. tere te hi meri penchan bani se tere bina koi mera name naa tuhi meri jindgi ka aim aur, tuhi mera surname se teri pehchaan banana is bete ka baapu , bada dream se choti moti baate koni karda, is putt ke bade bade dream hobe. kitni bhi chaahe musibat aabe tere te na dukh aan duu... baapu meri jindgi bich tera bdda naam aur tu mere li khuda ke samaan ha khuda samaan ha khuda ke samaan. din raat likh diye gaane se manne Aman kuntal ke gaane, dj pe bhi chaalenge jaat da putta su Naam to hobe ga hi na.. Jaat hi kehde ha ha.. Aman singh kuntal

[Verse 1] Inigo the brave kah jeet Stands tall by my side Through Skye Rim lands we roam Where dragons reside His sword is swift and true His courage never hides We journey far and wide To where the danger lies [Chorus] Side by side we fight Dragons in the night Inigo the brave With me on his right Through mountains and cold Against foes so bold. Together shall our story Forever unfold [Verse 2] In taverns dark and bright Tales of us are sung Of battles we have fought Since our lyves begun His loyalty is firm Never will he run Together we shall stand Under Skye Rim's sun [Chorus] Side by side we fight Dragons in the night Inigo the brave With me on his right Through mountains and cold Against foes so bold Together shall our story Forever unfold

[Verse] Nathan il a un souci Un problème très parti Son testicule tordu Le pantalon il a perdu [Verse 2] Il marche en culotte Dans le village il trotte Tout le monde éclate de rire Quand il passe à la tire [Chorus] Nathan Nathan T'as perdu ton pantalon Torsion Torsion Tu fais rire toute la maison [Verse 3] Le docteur n'a rien pu faire C'est un cas bien sévère Nathan doit rester léger Sans pantalon pour marcher [Verse 4] Les gens racontent des histoires Mais Nathan garde espoir Un jour il pourra revêtir Son futal sans plus souffrir [Chorus] Nathan Nathan T'as perdu ton pantalon Torsion Torsion Tu fais rire toute la maison

వైద్యులకు వందనం, వారు మా జీవన దీపం రోగాలను తరిమివేసే, వారే మా ఆరోగ్య కవచం ప్రతి రోజు ప్రాణదానం, ప్రతి క్షణం సేవాతత్పరం డాక్టర్ల త్యాగం మరువలేనిది, వారి సేవ అమూల్యమైనది ఆరోగ్యం కోసం అహర్నిశలు, పాటుపడే వైద్య వీరులు డాక్టర్ల దినోత్సవం, వారికి మా హృదయ పూర్వక అభినందనం

Daffy Duck was down in his luck,  He'd been chasing Bugs Bunny in a big Kenworth Truck. Even had the engine honed to beat that rabbit hopping home. The speed that would lead to what he thought he knew, One less show-off in a tasty stew. Our big-eared friend was miles too fast, The motor could not manage and went bang, boom, blast. Coughing and quacking, the cab filling, with smoke, Slowed and turned around avoiding a dangerous choke. Elma Fudd driving in the other direction, Gave a little giggle thinking upon self-reflection, He, himself, had tried to better that buck-toothed bandit, All plans had gone wrong always unable to land it. Now someone else knows just how he feels Waddling off home in a chimney on wheels. Looking over his shoulder buggsey saw them both. He'd soon be in his kitchen fixing up some carrot loaf. No more stress and anger for the rest of this night, Tomorrow's another day to be up with first light.

বাংলার গৌরব বিশ্ব মাঝে আজ সবার সেরা স্বপ্ন স্মৃতি সুখ দিয়ে ঘেরা গর্ব মোদের আজ এই বাংলা নারী শক্তিতে জগত জোড়া গৌরব বাংলার গৌরব উৎসব সবার ধর্ম যার যার এটাই রীতি আজ এই বাংলার শিল্পী কৃষক সাথে শিল্পপতি উন্নয়নের দেখো বাড়ছে গতি আমরা করব জয় সারা বিশ্বে নিশ্চয় গৌরব বাংলার গৌরব....

There once was a pirate that looked at me, The name of his beard he wouldn’t tell me, The winds blew up, His beard dropped down, O Blow, My bully boys, blow, Soon may the pirates come, To steal our sugar, tequila and rum, One day, when the pirating is done, Well take our Guinness and go, He hadn’t been two weeks from shore, It went down on him, A real pirates gore, The pirates called all swords and swore, They’ed take the whales and go, Soon may the pirates come, To steal our sugar, tequila and rum, One day, when pirating is done, Well take our Guinness and go, Da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Da-da-da-da, Da-da, da-da-da-da,da-da-da-da-da-da Before the pirates had hit the shore The whales tale came up and got her raw, All hands guide, Harpooning her wide, When she dived down low, Soon may the pirates, To steal our sugar tequila and rum, One day, when the pirating is done, Well take our Guinness and go, No pirate was cut, No whale was freed, The pirates mind was not of greed, As he belonged to the pirates creed, He took that whale in tow, Soon may the pirates come, To steal our sugar, tequila and rum, One day, when the pirating is done, Well take our Guinness and go, Da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Da-da-da-da, Da-da, da-da-da-da,da-da-da-da-da-da For forty days, Or even more, The line went slack, The tight once more, All pirates were lost, There were only four, But still the whale got towed, Soon may the pirates come, To steal our sugar, tequila and rum, One day, when the pirating is done, Well take our Guinness and go, As far as I have heard, The fight is still on, The lines not cut, The whales not gone, The pirates make their regular call, To encourage the captain, crew and all, Soon may the pirates come, To steal our sugar, tequila and rum One day, when the pirating is done, Well take our Guinness and go, Soon may the pirates come, To steal our sugar, tequila and rum, One day, when the pirating is done, Well take our Guinness and go.