Pokku Veyilu Kondu Kundil Veezhathe
Chalk’u Malakal Thappi Thandellu Odinje
Ooku Vandi Pole Mandam Njanum Neengunne

Escaped the scorching sun, only to fall into the pit,
In search of chalk mountains, my spine is broken.
Moving slowly like a broken bullock cart, I push forward despite the hits.

Udakakriya Cheyunnu Oottiya Kayyale
Kok’inte Review Pole Arkkum Vayyave

The hands that once fed us, Now perform rituals for our salvation.
Like Ashwanth Kok’s movie review, The characters I see in my life are now miserable.

Malayidukkil Ninnu Aarum Thallathe
Chaavu Kadalilu Ninnu Kulikkanu
Neeyum Irangada Manasse Manasse
Thudutha Kokku Aakan Kothicha Kaakane
Soap Ittu Pathappichu Dil Se Dil Se

When I’m standing in the mountain pass, Don’t dare to push me aside.
Can one bathe in the Dead Sea?
If so, let us dive in together, oh my mind.
The crow dreamed of becoming a crane,
But what difference would scrubbing it with soap make?

Njan Varumbo Pilleru On Ennum Kootharangu
Thilangum Uduppu Eduthittu Uduthu Orungu
Choondu Viralilu Thoongana Kutti Kurangu
Rap Adikkumbo Vedhi Oru Kootharangu

When I arrive, the youth gets hyped, Like a Kootharangu stage.
Put on the shining outfit, Get dressed and be ready.
Life’s like a little monkey, Hanging from the index finger.
When I rap, the stage turns into a Kootharangu.

Ne Bike Eduthu Ummante Veedu Vare Kuthikkan
Tank’le Fuel Athu Motham Thoothu
Njan Mic Eduthu Ammanam Aadana Kandittu
Oru Ammavan Paranju Ithu Enthu Koothu

You took the bike and rushed to mom’s house,
But the tank’s fuel was all gone.
I grabbed the mic, rapped, and conquered the stage,
And an uncle said, ‘What kind of mess is this?’

Ippo Cola’il Itta Mentos Pole Dhe
Mind Nurayanu Aavesham Moothu
Pazhicha Mathi, Karayicha Mathi
Chekkan Pazhethu Manassu Ennum Youth (Um)

Now, like Mentos dropped in Cola,
The mind foams with excitement.
Enough of roasting, enough of crying,
The boy may be old, but his mind is still youthful.

Karanju Urangiya Raavinu Koottaam
Thalayinakkoru Naavu Undengil
Athu Shoot Cheythu Vechene
Ente B-Roll

I wept all night and slept holding my pillow.
If that pillow had a tongue,
It would speak about my life and record it,
Archiving it as my life’s B-roll.

Achadi Mashi Vattiyennalum
Pazhe Calendar Theeyittalum
Charithram Chaaram Aako
Naam Thanne Hero

Even if the printing ink dries up,
Even if the old calendars are burned,
Will history turn to ashes?
We are the heroes ourselves.

Ne Ethu Thamburaan Aanelum Illa Mani Adi
Thambayi Vannalum Illa Mani Adi
Kangaroo Munnilu Veno Puli Kali
Adimappanikku Illa Thirichadikkoru Adi (Uh)

No matter who you are, there’s no grand welcome.
Even if you’re a big shot, there are no grand drums.
What’s the need for Pulikali (Tiger Dance) in front of a kangaroo?
Not into slave work, expect a slap for your blow.

Chaavu Kadalilu Ninnu Kulikkanu
Neeyum Irangada Manasse Manasse
Thudutha Kokku Aakan Kothicha Kaakane
Soap Ittu Pathappichu Dil Se Dil Se

Can one bathe in the Dead Sea?
If so, let us dive in together, oh my mind.
The crow dreamed of becoming a crane,
But what difference would scrubbing it with soap make?

Njan Varumbo Pilleru On Ennum Kootharangu
Thilangum Uduppu Eduthittu Uduthu Orungu
Choondu Viralilu Thoongana Kutti Kurangu
Rap Adikkumbo Vedhi Oru Kootharangu

When I arrive, the youth gets hyped, Like a Kootharangu stage.
Put on the shining outfit, Get dressed and be ready.
Life’s like a little monkey, Hanging from the index finger.
When I rap, the stage turns into a Kootharangu.