UMRAO JAAN

You can call me ...
... is the voice of a broken heart
I am the instrument
... contains all the songs.
Who are, you are ...
... for who they are alive ...
... myself do not understand ...
... tell me this secret.

So begins. One song away, a life story ...

I was born in Faizabad and my name was Ameeran ...

Kidnapped from his parents' house is sold and forced to prepare for a future life of courtesan. Pleasant by nature, gets a new name - Umrao-and with the advent of the first Mujra is being courted by one of the richest men , becoming Jaan (beloved ). But as any courtesan, not allowed to love. Despite all, it loved Nawab Sultan. For the man loved she will be selled again, though he swears that he will be only. And received as much love as a woman can get any woman. Not a courtesan, but a woman. But the footprint of another man was something I could not accept the Nawab Sultan.
Alone, abandoned by lover , returns home, as Ameeran. Just as there no longer expect anything ...

Tell me, have you seen one so good bye?
Motherless, fatherless, without brother.
There is no one there.
Tears are the decoration and palanquin suffering.
The gates were closed behind me.
Stop back here, not even in your dreams.
Stop back here, not even in your dreams.
Dont bring me back to the next life as a daughter.
Whatever you have done now, Oh Lord! Do not do it again.
Dont bring me back to the next life as a daughter.

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O tacere। Doua taceri।Singuratate in doi।Dragoste si ura. Mi-e dor si totusi vreau sa fug.Contradictiile din mine , din nou si inca odata. Ma indepartez si sunt parca din ce in ce mai aproape. Spun cuvinte ce dor, spun ceva ce trebuie sa auzi.Dar le spun in mine.Nu, nu e din mine, dar trebuie sa le auzi. In mine gasesc puterea sa te las sa pleci. Te las sa taci. Cuvintele imi apartin, de aceasta data. Izbindu-se de zidul tacerii pe care te-am lasat sa o pastrezi.O usa se inchide. Cu zgomot. Tresar , in mine tresar. E usa pe care ai iesit. Pe care te-am lasat sa pleci. Pe care te-am rugat sa pleci. Te-am lasat liber, tu trebuie sa zbori. Nu te pot inlantui. Ca si mine, esti liber si nu iti pot fura libertatea cu care te-ai nascut.Nomad, alergand prin lume si prin viata, liber. Ca si mine. Cu aripile intinse catre cer , catre lume, catre viata. Ca si mine. Cum sa iti curm zborul dintr-un egoism? Vreau sa te las sa zbori, zborul tau catre inalt e zambetul ce imi va lumina nostalgic chipul in fiecare zi. Cate un gand pentru fiecare clipa cand nu esti aici …