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I was born a shudra

By the will of gods,

I was born a thrall

By indifferent kind,

And my path is fated

For the rest of life,

Even for my hated

Multitudinous child

It's a villainous fate

Or confounded blood?

How to desolate

This Gordian knot?

But I have no will,

I am bound by fright –

This ingenerate filth

That rules my mind

It rules my mind...

CHORUS:

And I am thrall

Thrall

My doom is sorrowful

I am thrall

Thrall

A wirepuller's doll

Do I have the right to grab the master's whip

A flabby hand and dare to contradict?

I exist like worm,

Nothing I can do,

I am canter squirmed –

My own bugaboo,

I'm ashamed of all,

Impecunious,

I am full of woe,

Insalubrious

It's dubious...

CHORUS II:

‘Cause I am thrall

Thrall

My doom is sorrowful

I am thrall

Thrall

A wirepuller's doll

I am thrall

I am thrall

Not man but silent gaul

I am thrall

I am thrall

I'm not missed by St.Paul

All my life with a begging hand,

Waled, with Cain brand,

All my life I waddle with my

Bare feet on the unbeaten ride

Give alms to me, good people –

My patience has an end and

Imagine, plucked my sepal –

As ship I start to scend

With greater vehemence

In my quixotic rise,

With cobble imminence

To get to paradise

I dream of paradise...

Paradise...

Paradise...

-CHORUS II-