Nil Tharakawi Lyrics

Softly, in the voice of the breeze, tell again the tales we wove,
sing again the verses we wrote a thousand times in our names,
becoming a blue star, sit and smear on smiling glimmers,
sitting beyond the row of stars, come, play out love upon the veena

Hidden away in a shy blush, the secret tales I spoke,
we came into a warm embrace, speaking with the eyes,
drawing patterns on the sand, bathed cool by the mist,
it became like a dream, and the spring came to an end

Making words for an aeon, writing scribbled songs in the heart,
peeping secretly from the corner of the eye, we lit up a whole night,
these feelings, borne in the heart, travelled a hundred leagues,
and, hiding even from my breath, forever I kiss the memories

A dreamy, tender love song that asks a lost love to keep their shared story alive. In the voice of the breeze, the singer pleads, tell again the tales we wove, and sing again the verses we wrote a thousand times in our names. He imagines her as a blue star (nil tharakawi) beyond the row of stars, sitting and playing out love upon the veena. The love is set among the constellations.

The middle is close, shy memory. The secret tales I spoke in a blush, the warm embrace, conversation held with the eyes, patterns drawn on the sand, all bathed cool by the mist. And then the gentle fall: it became like a dream, and the spring came to an end. The lovely season simply closed.

The close is devotion that outlasts distance. He made words for an aeon, wrote scribbled songs in the heart, and lit up a whole night stealing glances. Now these feelings have travelled a hundred leagues, and, hiding even from my breath, he keeps kissing the memories in secret. Sung by Shalinka and Yomal Samarakoon to words by Shashika Diyamantha, composed by Tharindu Damsara, it is a soft, starlit love song about a love turned to memory, kept alive in secret and sung out among the stars.