Lassana Lokaye Lyrics by Gypsies

To give my heart peace forever,
so I’d never feel alone,
the great Brahma made her for me.
I’m waiting until we meet.

Where are you, I keep asking,
searching for you across the world.
Until the day I find you,
I’ll go on looking for love.

In this beautiful world, the love that’s mine,
I search for it, erasing the emptiness of my life.
Down a path lined with flowers, my golden girl, my love,
until I find you, I’ll wait.

Are you far away somewhere,
or right here close by, watching?
Hearing the song I sing,
will you come looking for me?

Where are you, I keep asking,
I keep searching across the world.
Until the day I find you,
I’ll go on looking for love.

In this beautiful world…

A young man is wandering through life with one quiet certainty: somewhere out there is the person he is meant to love, and he won’t stop until he finds her. The song opens on a tender old belief. He says the great Brahma, the creator god in Hindu and Buddhist cosmology, shaped this girl just for him, so that his heart would finally know peace and he would never have to feel alone again. That single idea carries the whole song. She already exists; he just hasn’t met her yet, and so the waiting is hopeful rather than sad.

From there the feeling becomes a search. He asks the same question over and over, where are you, and turns it outward to the whole world. This isn’t a man pining over someone he lost. It’s someone in love with love itself, restless to find the one who will fill the empty stretches of his life. When he sings of walking down a path lined with flowers toward his “golden girl,” the flowered lane is the image Sinhala song reaches for when life is opening up and good things lie ahead, and calling her his ran lande, his golden girl, makes her precious and rare, something worth this long looking.

The most touching turn comes near the end, when he wonders whether she is far away or actually close by, watching him without his knowing. Then he hopes that the very song he is singing might reach her ears and bring her to him. It’s a lovely thought, that love might be found not by searching harder but simply by singing honestly until the right person hears you.

What you’re left with is the gentle ache of someone who hasn’t found love yet but believes completely that he will. There’s no heartbreak here, only patience and hope, a young man content to keep walking the flowered path and keep singing until the world hands him the person it made for him.