Sunday, September 08, 2013

Coffee Houser Shei Addata Aaj Ar Nei - Instrumental Music of Manna Dey's Nostalgic Song

Instrumental music of legendary singer Manna Dey's nostalgic song "Coffee Houser Shei Addata Aaj Ar Nei". Original music composer was Suparno Kanti Ghosh. Lyricist was Gouri Prasanna Majumdar.

Bangla lyrics:
Coffee house er sei adda ta ajj ar nei ajj ar nei
kothai hariye gelo shonali bikel gulo sei ajj ar nei
nikhiles paris e, moidol dhaka te nei tara ajj kono khobor e
grand er guiterist gouaniz d'souza ghumiye ache je kobor e
ka ke jeno bhalobeshe aghat peye je shes e pagla garod e ache roma roy
amol ta bhugche dhoronto cancer e jibon kore ni take khoma haiiiiiiii
Coffee house er sei adda ta ajj ar nei ajj ar nei
kothai hariye gelo shonali bikel gulo sei ajj ar nei
Shujata e ajj sodo sob cheye shuke ache
shunechi tu lakh poti shami tar
hire r johorot e aga gora mora she
nami dami bari ghari ache tar
art college er chele nikhileshaonlal biggapon er chobi akto
ar chukh vora kotha niye nirbak srota hoye d'souza ta sodo bose thakto
ohhhhhhhhhh
coffee house er sei adda ta ajj ar nei ajj ar nei
kothai hariye gelo shonali bikel gulo sei ajj ar nei
lalalalalalala
ekta table e sei 3/4 ghonta
char minar sodo thote jolto
kokhono bishnu dey kokhono jamini rai
ei niye torko ta cholto
rod jor brishti te jekhanei je thakok
kaj sere thik eshe jortam
charte te suro kore jomiye adda mere
sare 7 tai thik uthtam
coffee house er sei adda ta ajj ar nei ajj ar nei
lalalalalalallalala........
kobi kobi chehra kadhe te julano bag
muche jabe amol er naam ta
ekta kobita o tar holo nako kothao chapa
pelo na she protiva r dam ta
office er sosal e memture natok e
roma roy obhinoy korto
kagoj er reporter moidol eshe roj
ki likheche tai sodo porto
coffee house er sei adda ta ajj ar nei ajj ar nei
kothai hariye gelo shonali bikel gulo sei ajj ar nei
sei 7 jon nei ajj table ta tobo ache
7 ta peyala ajj o khali nei
ek bhagane je ajj esheche nutun kuri
sodo sei sedin er mali nei
koto shopner rod uther ei soffe house e
koto shopno megh e deke jai
koto jon elo gelo
koto jon e asbe

English translation
That get together at the coffee house is no more, no more
Where have the golden evenings lost, they are no more, no more
Nikhilesh is in Paris, Moudul is in Dhaka, they are not in any news today
Grand's guitarist Goaniz DeSuza is sleeping in grave
Loving someone, getting hurt at last, Roma Roy is incarcerated in mental institution
Amol is struggling with tough cancer, life has not forgiven him, alas!
That get together at the coffee house is no more, no more
Where have the golden evenings lost, they are no more, no more
Only Shujata today is living as the happiest person
Heard her husband is a millionaire
She is adorned with diamonds and golds completely
Her car and home are all pricey
Art college's student Nikhilesh Shamlal
used to draw picture for advertisements
And with full of talks in her eyes, like a silent listener
that Shujata only sat nearby
That get together at the coffee house is no more, no more
Where have the golden evenings lost, they are no more, no more
In one table that three or four hours, Char Minar cigarette burnt from the lips
Sometime Bishnu Dey, sometime Kamini Ray, debates went around about them
In hot sunlight or storm or the rain, wherever anyone was, after work we came to that place
Starting from four, having stimulating discussions, around seven thirty we used to get up
That get together at the coffee house is no more, no more
Where have the golden evenings lost, they are no more, no more
Poetic faced, hanging bag from the shoulder, Amol's name will be erased
Not a single poem of his got published, didn't get the appreciation of his talent
In the office's social manager, Roma Ray acted in drama
And read aloud what the newspaper's reporter Moidul wrote
That get together at the coffee house is no more, no more
Where have the golden evenings lost, they are no more, no more
That seven persons are not there today but that table is still there
Even seven cups are not empty
In the same garden blossomed the new flowers
Only that past day's gardener is not there
How many dream's sunlight rages in that coffee house
How many dreams get covered by the clouds
How many came and gone, and how many will come
Only the coffee house remain as it is
That get together at the coffee house is no more, no more
Where have the golden evenings lost, they are no more, no more

1 comment:

  1. Salute to legends of coffee houser sei adata ajj ar nei ajj ar nei. Immortal song ,full of life therein.

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