The Gourishankar - Marvelous Choice lyrics

He, who builds the skyscraper, falls down, It'll be aweful, impetuous flight, In the deep of a well, in the ground, He will curse his unusual plight. A destroyer of course, will be thrown, Thrown under the falling blocks rain Left by God in the darkness alone, He will curse his unusual pain. He who for a cave and a lantern, Or for river's back water, forlorn, Will be met by the eyes of a painter... And will curse just a day he was born. You couldn't hide from your fate for A moment, fate is written in depths of the earth, But, keep silence: it's a marvelous Warrant to chose out your kind of the d**h.