Shailendra Singh sings songs

blue, blue,blue, blue,eyes,eyes, eyes,blue, bluetaking me,taking me,me far,far, far,far fromyour,your glue, blueeyes, eyes,your blue, blueeyes, eyesmy love,love,your,your blue,blue, blue eyes,your blue,blue, blue eyes,the girl,girl sitting,sitting withthe blue, blue eyes,blue-blue…

Without an American heart, how to sing the song of America?

They are coming, coming!LordWho, who?Who are coming, coming, my son?SpectatorThey, they are coming,They are coming, Sire!LordWho, who, my son,Who, who are they, who are they coming?SpectatorThey are, they are, Sire, the Talibans,The Talibans hurly-burly people!LordWho, who, my son,Who, who are they coming, my son?SpectatorThe Talibans, the Talibans are,The hurly-burly turbaned and in kurta and pyjamas…

In the sweet dreams of mine.Dreamgirl, dreamgirl, an artist’s dream,When will she come, when will she the queen of my dreams?

India and ChinaTo be cool and calmBefore resorting to war,Confrontation,Border skirmishesIn Sikkim!

But man busy in cleaning up it all.