SEVERE WARNING: Parents who are over eighteen years of age must accompany children when reading this.
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Dear old children:
What this song from film SAMADHI is all about is this: getting rid of an unwanted baby by jumping and dancing vigorously at the village party. A whole bunch of future trainee unwed mothers accompany the heroine (the spinster in real life: Asha Parekh) as she happily tortures what’s inside her tummy.
The not so simple village folks just look happy at this illegitimate population reduction self-basis (no UNICEF or WHO involvement, and no baby-killer Polio drops) plan. The men play drums and flutes while the troupe dances.
The lyrics, although self-explanatory to the hard core, still needed the further elaboration. I know poets better than they actually know themselves.
The real perpetrator of the crime is never shown on screen since he’s busy in the surrounding villages, putting—or using, shall we say—his indigenous injection kit.
This is THE original song, beware of limiting imitations and remixes.
And now the news in English:
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Annexe of the bungalow, underneath your berry tree
Hire a PIA
Aha Ray, Aha Ray, Aha Ray PIA
Can’t you hug her?
Hi! It (suddenly) hit me
Ha come on, ha Roger
Annexe of the bungalow, underneath your berry tree
Hire a PIA
Aha Ray, Aha Ray, Aha Ray PIA
Can’t you hug her?
Hi! It (suddenly) hit me
Ha come on, ha Roger
Behind the bungalow, underneath your berry tree
Hire a PIA
Hiding, I’m banned, ya!
Covering myself with a red (Iranian) chador
Hiding my face I left my place in the dark, feeling afraid of the world
Hiding, I’m banned, ya!
Covering myself with a red (Iranian) chador
Hiding my face I left my place in the dark, feeling afraid of the world
Ruth became barren
O Racy Thia!
Look at my (maternity) condition
(Don’t you dare) come here with your (new) diva
Hi Ray
Behind the bungalow, underneath your berry tree
Hi there PIA
Aha Ray, Aha Ray, Aha Ray PIA
Can’t you hug her?
Hi! It (suddenly) hit me
Ha come on, ha Roger
Behind the bungalow, underneath your berry tree
Hire a PIA
Now that this trouble (of an unwanted pregnancy) is upon me
I wonder why I couldn’t live without you
In truth said my (characterless) girlfriends that I’ll one day get stuck (in the worst possible charity hospital)
Now that this trouble (of an unwanted pregnancy) is upon me
I wonder why I couldn’t live without you
In truth said my (characterless) girlfriends that I’ll one day get stuck (in the worst possible charity hospital)
The (foetal) mistake was made
Whatever I did, just happened
Come save me, and bell my (feline) heart
Repeat Chorus....
The inexperienced one calls all (the boys for immoral help)
He doesn’t understand that all this an excuse to jettison the male (material)
How shall I tell you this (Puppu) Sain (look-alike), it is (that forbidden) want pricking me
This is that condom, sinner, that takes my heart away
(When the) eyes feel like Sui(gas)
My lover’s name emerges
Repeat Chorus....
[Sound of a loud explosion. The Al-CIAda errorists have struck yet again in the Federal capitol.]
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Dear old children:
What this song from film SAMADHI is all about is this: getting rid of an unwanted baby by jumping and dancing vigorously at the village party. A whole bunch of future trainee unwed mothers accompany the heroine (the spinster in real life: Asha Parekh) as she happily tortures what’s inside her tummy.
The not so simple village folks just look happy at this illegitimate population reduction self-basis (no UNICEF or WHO involvement, and no baby-killer Polio drops) plan. The men play drums and flutes while the troupe dances.
The lyrics, although self-explanatory to the hard core, still needed the further elaboration. I know poets better than they actually know themselves.
The real perpetrator of the crime is never shown on screen since he’s busy in the surrounding villages, putting—or using, shall we say—his indigenous injection kit.
This is THE original song, beware of limiting imitations and remixes.
And now the news in English:
*********************************
Annexe of the bungalow, underneath your berry tree
Hire a PIA
Aha Ray, Aha Ray, Aha Ray PIA
Can’t you hug her?
Hi! It (suddenly) hit me
Ha come on, ha Roger
Annexe of the bungalow, underneath your berry tree
Hire a PIA
Aha Ray, Aha Ray, Aha Ray PIA
Can’t you hug her?
Hi! It (suddenly) hit me
Ha come on, ha Roger
Behind the bungalow, underneath your berry tree
Hire a PIA
Hiding, I’m banned, ya!
Covering myself with a red (Iranian) chador
Hiding my face I left my place in the dark, feeling afraid of the world
Hiding, I’m banned, ya!
Covering myself with a red (Iranian) chador
Hiding my face I left my place in the dark, feeling afraid of the world
Ruth became barren
O Racy Thia!
Look at my (maternity) condition
(Don’t you dare) come here with your (new) diva
Hi Ray
Behind the bungalow, underneath your berry tree
Hi there PIA
Aha Ray, Aha Ray, Aha Ray PIA
Can’t you hug her?
Hi! It (suddenly) hit me
Ha come on, ha Roger
Behind the bungalow, underneath your berry tree
Hire a PIA
Now that this trouble (of an unwanted pregnancy) is upon me
I wonder why I couldn’t live without you
In truth said my (characterless) girlfriends that I’ll one day get stuck (in the worst possible charity hospital)
Now that this trouble (of an unwanted pregnancy) is upon me
I wonder why I couldn’t live without you
In truth said my (characterless) girlfriends that I’ll one day get stuck (in the worst possible charity hospital)
The (foetal) mistake was made
Whatever I did, just happened
Come save me, and bell my (feline) heart
Repeat Chorus....
The inexperienced one calls all (the boys for immoral help)
He doesn’t understand that all this an excuse to jettison the male (material)
How shall I tell you this (Puppu) Sain (look-alike), it is (that forbidden) want pricking me
This is that condom, sinner, that takes my heart away
(When the) eyes feel like Sui(gas)
My lover’s name emerges
Repeat Chorus....
[Sound of a loud explosion. The Al-CIAda errorists have struck yet again in the Federal capitol.]
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