The white sand of Karuvale is sprinkled with herbs
The paper was thrown in your bag and my paper
Even in dharma, rast grows in your mind
Winning is not their karma

Without knowing the captain, he was deceived
There are many ships, man, they are shipwrecked

Fruitful rukatalu are hitting with false words
Why do you cough when someone comes up because of rumours
It’s not who we are or what kind of people that is valuable
He bends so much that even if he becomes a man, he can run

Without knowing the captain, he was deceived
There are many ships, man, they are shipwrecked