Kalaiyile Kadhir Arukka Lyrics

The girl who is going to harvest in the morning,
Like your sweet potato-like body,
The sky has reddened.
The flowers are smiling on your combed hair.
Like your sweet potato-like body,
The sky has reddened.
The flowers are smiling on your combed hair.
In the morning hey hey
Grandpa Ayyanar, who herds the sheep, is going.
Which way did the brother-in-law (lover) go, who came with a plough?
Oh, eloquent talker, come, my queen,
She is standing tilling the land by the village pond.
In the dark millet farm,
While eating it mashed and mashed.
In the dark millet farm,
While eating it mashed and mashed.
Oh darling, who turned suddenly,
Sweet jaggery, when I pull and hold you,
You resist and leave.
You keep postponing by saying 'tomorrow, tomorrow'.
You torment me from within my heart.
Mashing and mashing the dark millet.
In the dark millet farm,
While eating it mashed and mashed,
Oh brother-in-law (lover), who suddenly put his hand,
Oh brother-in-law (lover), who winks his eye.
When you pull and squeeze me, I am like a wet saree.
You wink at me from the top of the house.
Why do you refuse to tie the thali (marriage necklace) around my neck?
On the round, round rock, while polishing the varagu rice,
Oh my relative's son (cousin/lover).