Coffee House Er Sei Addata – Manna De | Lyrics | Translation

Presenting One Of The Mind Blowing Song Coffee Houser Sei Addata (Manna De) lyrics: This song is written by Sri Gauriprasanna Majumdar and composed by Sri Suparno Kanti Ghosh. Originally this song was sang by Sri Manna Dey.

Song Details :

Singer: Manna De
Music: Sri Suparno Kanti Ghosh.
Lyrics: Sri Gauriprasanna Majumdar

Coffee Houser Sei Addata Lyrics

Coffee house er shei adda ta
Aaj aar nei aaj aar nei
Kothay hariye gelo
Sonali bikel gulo shei aaj aar nei
La la la la…

Nikhilesh paris e mohidul dhaka-te
Nei tara aaj kono khobor-e
Grand er guitarist goanese d’souza
Ghumie achhe je aaj kobore
Kake jeno valobeshe aaghat peye je sheshe
Pagla garod e achhe roma roy
Amol ta bhugchhe duronto cancer-e
Jibon koreni take khoma haay

Coffee house er shei adda ta
Aaj aar nei aaj aar nei
Kothay hariye gelo
Sonali bikel gulo shei aaj aar nei

Sujatai aaj shudhu shob cheye shukhe aachhe
Shunechhi to lakhpoti shwami tar
Hire aar johorawte aaga gora mora she
Gari bari shob kichu dami taar
Art college er chele nikhilesh sanyal
Bigyapon er chhobi aakto
Aar chokh bhora katha niye nirbaak srota hoye
D’souza ta boshe shudhu thakto

Coffee house er shei adda ta
Aaj aar nei aaj aar nei
Kothay hariye gelo
Sonali bikel gulo shei aaj aar nei

Ekta table a shei teen char ghonta
Charminar thote jowlto
Kokhono bishnu dey kokhono jamini rai
Ei niye torko ta cholto
Rode jhor brishti te jekhanai je thakuk
Kaj shere thik eshey juttam
Charte te shuru kore jomiye adda mere
Share saat tai thik uthtam

Coffee house er shei adda ta
Aaj aar nei aaj aar nei
Kothay hariye gelo
Sonali bikel gulo shei aaj aar nei

Kobi kobi chehara kadhe te jholano bag
Muche jaabe amol er naam ta
Ek ta kobita tar holo na kothao chapa
Pelo na shey protibhar dam ta
Officer socially amateur natokay
Roma roy obhinoy korto
Kagojer reporter moidul eshe roj ki likhechey
Tai shudhu porto oooo

Coffee house er shei adda ta
Aaj aar nei aaj aar nei
Kothay hariye gelo
Sonali bikel gulo shei aaj aar nei

Shei saat jon nei aaj table ta shudu ache
Saat ta peyala aajo khali nei
Eki se bagane aaj eseche notun kuri
Sudhu shei shedinir maali nei

Koto shopner rod uthe ei coffee house-e
Koto shopno meghe dheke jaay
Koto jon elo gelo koto jon-I ashbe
Coffee house ta shudhu theke jaay

Coffee house er shei adda ta
Aaj aar nei aaj aar nei
Kothay hariye gelo
Sonali bikel gulo shei aaj aar nei
La la la la…
Kothay hariye gelo
Sonali bikel gulo shei aaj aar nei

Coffee House Er Sei Addata – Translation

Beginning part:

Those get-togethers at the coffee-house are no longer there today….no longer there today
Where have those beautiful evenings vanished away…they are no longer there today…

1st Stanza

Nikhilesh is in Paris and Moidhul is in Dhaka, and we don’t hear from them anymore,
The guitarist from “Grander” group, Goaniz D’Souza is resting peacefully in his coffin,
No one knows, what pain or shock he suffered in love, but Rama Roy is in a mental asylum today,
Omol is in great pain, suffering from a deadly cancer, life didn’t spare him at all.

2nd Stanza

Shuja is the happiest among all of us today, she married a rich guy…
She is laded with jewellery all over her, and roams around in luxurious cars,
Nikhilesh Shainyal, the guy from Art College used to photograph for advertisements,
And whenever there was any joke cracked among us, D’Souza would just keep on staring silently without uttering a word…

3rd Stanza

On the same table, we used to enjoy smoking “Charminar” cigarettes for the 3-4 hours we spent there,
Sometimes we used to chat about Bishnu Dey, and sometimes we used to discuss about Jaamini Rai
Summers or rains, we all used to get together at the coffee house after completing our work, irrespective of where we were,
At 4 in the evenings, we used to start our chats, and at 7:30 we all used to get up and leave…

4th Stanza

Face of a poet, and a bag hanging on his shoulders, the name of Omol would be wiped off forever,
He couldn’t get even a single one of his poems published, he never managed to get the price for his talent,
At the social functions of his office, Rama Roy used to act in a play called “Manager”,
Moidhul, a reporter by profession, used to read us the headlines from the newspapers, on the table, everyday..

Concluding part:

Those 7 people are not here anymore, but the table and the 7 coffee-filled cups are still here,
The garden is the same, new flower buds have bloomed here, its just that the old gardeners are not here anymore,
There are so many dreams which emanate from this coffee house and turn into reality,
And there are so many dreams which just fade away beyond the clouds, without being realized,
There are so many people who come and leave at this coffee house, Lives change…but the only thing that never changes..
is this coffee house which still keeps standing at one place, forever.

Those get-togethers at the coffee-house are no longer there today….no longer there today
Where have those beautiful evenings vanished away…they are no longer there today…

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