With carefree feet, and happy hearts
we walk by the bends of Ganga
through the mountains and remote settlements
where we are pure, like she is.
We cry unstoppable our tears into Ganga.
Cities we live in, destroy, destroy us,
we walk by the bends of Ganga
with tearful eyes, and happy hearts.
Here we are pure, like she is.
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