Testo di Son Of Nanda

Both in the day and in the night, I remain sleepless; Suffering the pain of the loss and gain For a fraction of a smile I'll suffer the trial, Of a million mindless misers (they call themselves my boss) what's the price of the "lifestyle"? 9 to 5 in jail is the cost My game of life totters on the brink Like water-drop perched on an eyelash blink It's all gonna end: All my styles and profiles For safety and security, What are they gonna do for me now? Bjajahu re mana Shree nanda nandana Abhaya charanaravinda re I've had too much of chasing dreams That were all built on emptiness And I've felt the cold brunt Of your bottomlessness So I say to everyone I meet "worship the son of nanda sweet and become fearless"