Here im back wid another tamizh song
***We are waiting for the day of love,
we are waiting for hands to touch,
we are waiting for hearts to be given,
we are waiting for magazines to be painted,
we became a new mother for her,
we wrote poetry for her,
we crossed the oceans for her,
we slept awake for her,
we endured pains for her,
we lived for her,
we got used to living for her, for her, she is not here, I am not there, but something is happening...
She is not here and I am not there but something appears inside***
Reallyy easy songg pa