Alif
The school was filled with the thickness of alifThe combination of laam and meem joined togetherMerging into the letters and smiling in the mindThe world of knowledge enveloped me completely
Breaking stones with the hammer four timesDipping and rising from the bowl of riceBecame a fan for the kaajak and roseEating the pickles of joy together
Kicking the bark with the calculation of kurkanKicking and turning at the bottom of the plantTying the ends of the gardenFlying and walking in the field and the yard
Climbing up the madness of many thingsCrawling bending shivering bending againCutting and tearing the skin of the sandalCrushing frying tearing and turning
Turning turning turning turningTurning turning turning turningTurning turning turning turningTurning turning turning turning
Turning turning turning turningTurning turning turning turningTurning turning turning turningTurning turning turning turning
Take me to the soil take me to the mosque it’s said after deathWhy does it now feel like the time to move forward?When i saw the school with my eyesMy eyes are jumping with tearsI haven’t died i can see it hurts beautifully
We started from the alif (ا)Now we are beyond alif (ألف)The first chapter i studiedEverything we do will be on usIf it wasn’t for the scenes we livedIf it wasn’t for the team we built to protect our ownOur home our home
Don’t speak of alif a thousand memories come to mindThe glory of alif will come and go as alwaysWill you not see when you die?Don’t cover with a shroud don’t lock the box?Don’t burn and sweep don’t float in the water?When you take me to the mosque don’t close my eyes with copper coins?The spark of the furnace a blink of the eyeHearing everything that grandma said in the past
Turning turning what was said was turningChanged searching and getting tiredGoing yesterday sinking resting withering and settlingThe plant withered many traps were set
Turning turning turning turningTurning turning turning turningTurning turning turning turningTurning turning turning turning
Turning turning turning turningTurning turning turning turningTurning turning turning turningTurning turning turning turning
Take me to the soil take me to the mosque it’s said after deathWhy does it now feel like the time to move forward?When i saw the school with my eyes my eyes are jumping with tearsI haven’t died i can see it hurts beautifully
The malayalam song “alif lyrics” reflects on life’s journey and introspection. it explores themes of growth, experiences, and memories. the lyrics evoke emotions tied to personal evolution, relationships, and the passage of time. through poetic imagery and cultural references, the song contemplates the complexities of existence, urging listeners to reflect on their own paths and the significance of each moment along the way.