Bella ciao
The Indian version - Foes are Partners in our evolution
We are the dawn
Can never be won
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao, ciao
We are the dawn
Can never be won
Not even shadow you can own
O partner and foe
We are ideas
bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao, ciao
O partner and foe
We are ideas
We live as ideas, not bodies
Concepts die not
O partner and foe
They take rebirth now and then
Life is journey
Of thoughts and ideas
Bodies go down
Thoughts flow ever
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao, ciao
Life is journey
Of thoughts and ideas
Bodies go down
Thoughts flow ever
About the Creator
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