Tum Saath Ho...
Cheers to Imtiaz Ali for his thoughts on the honesty in love, gratitude to ARR for bringing life in music, lots of love to Arijit Singh for that muah voice (though here it seems to be supported by ARR himself, at least the last line, even if it's not acknowledged anywhere) and heartfelt tribute to Alka ji for the sincerity and emotions in her voice, she has offered her very soul to the song...
To the lyricist, sir, this is just an imitation, I hope I have been able to render your thoughts and intents in the original song aptly enough in this humble attempt of mine...
The intention is just to inform the world about what this song means to me.
Note:
Normal Font: Alka ji's voice
Italics: Arijit Singh's voice
Do wait a while...let my heart recover...
How do I stop you?
All that despair coming my way - let it slip away,
Let me close my eyes and see you...
Let me talk to you sans a word,
If you were with me...
Wish I could float about, like waves in a river, in your world;
My world is somewhere in your affections,
I get lost in your quaint ways,
If you were with me...
Your eyes have your dreams, your dreams reflect your dissent,
What I feel is that these realizations of the heart are
All spun-off phrases meant to cheat us...
How does it matter whether you are with me or not?
Life has never cared, it still won't -
If you were with me...
In a blink the whole day gets over,
I sit still as if I am running around,
All that despair coming my way - let it slip away,
Let me close my eyes and see you...
Let me talk to you sans a word,
If you were with me...
Your eyes have your dreams, your dreams reflect your dissent,
What I feel is that these realizations of the heart are
All spun-off phrases meant to cheat us...
How does it matter whether you are with me or not?
Life has never cared, it still won't -
If you were with me...
Let my heart recover,
If you were with me...
Let the despair slip away,
If you were with me...
Let this day get over,
If you were with me...
Let the despair slip away...
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