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The song of an Indian Movie 3 Idiots
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Free as the wind was he,
Like a soaring kite was he,
Where did he go, let’s find him.
Free as the wind was he,
Like a soaring kite was he,
Where did he go, let’s find him.
We were led by the path we took,
While he carved a path of his own,
Stumbling, rising, carefree walked he.
We fretted about the morrow,
He simply reveled in today,
Living each moment to the fullest,
Where did he come from.
He who touched our hearts and vanished…
Where did he go, let’s find him.
In scorching sun, he was like a patch of shade,
In an endless desert, like an oasis,
On a bruised heart, like a soothing balm was he.
Afraid, we stayed confined in the well,
Fearless, he frolicked in the river,
Never hesitating to swim against the tide,
He wandered lonesome as a cloud.
…Yet he was our dearest friend,
Where did he go, let’s find him.
Like a soaring kite was he,
Where did he go, let’s find him.
Free as the wind was he,
Like a soaring kite was he,
Where did he go, let’s find him.
We were led by the path we took,
While he carved a path of his own,
Stumbling, rising, carefree walked he.
We fretted about the morrow,
He simply reveled in today,
Living each moment to the fullest,
Where did he come from.
He who touched our hearts and vanished…
Where did he go, let’s find him.
In scorching sun, he was like a patch of shade,
In an endless desert, like an oasis,
On a bruised heart, like a soothing balm was he.
Afraid, we stayed confined in the well,
Fearless, he frolicked in the river,
Never hesitating to swim against the tide,
He wandered lonesome as a cloud.
…Yet he was our dearest friend,
Where did he go, let’s find him.
