I am indifferent as usual
I know if the winter comes,
Can the spring be far behind?
By the time the spring arrives in my city left the farmer for
her heavenly abode
Committing suicide, hanged unto death
Post mortem report the same
Debt burden, exorbitant interest rate,
He was dying a bit daily at the sight of the money lender.
By the time the spring arrives
Left vijoya malliya, rather escaped public hanging of a
media trial taking away all the wealth of an agrarian
The trial of dhala brothers is on
While 'D' brother gone with the wind
Loot is on