Yeah I bow to my land
The root of who I am
Soil in my blood
Never slips from my hand
You fed me through the famine
Through the storms, through the pain
When fields went to flames
When there was salt in the rain
Vande Mataram
Vande Mataram
Vande Mataram
Mother is our lord
Mother is our lord
Pretty pretty nights but we came from scars
Growing pretty wild, didnt wait for stars
Grace in the damage, took hits in the dark
Brave heart, steel back, we built like that
Koţi-koţi kanţha kalakala nināda karāle
Koţi-koţi bhujair dhrta kharakaravāle
Ke bole Mā tumi abale
Bahubaladhāriņīm namāmi tāriņīm
Ripudala-vāriņīm Mātaram
Vande Mataram
Vande Mataram
Vande Mataram
Mother is our lord
Mother is our lord
Śyāmalām saralām susmitām bhūşitām
Dharaņim bharaņīm Mātaram
Vande Mataram
Vande Mataram
Vande Mataram
Mother is our lord
Mother is our lord
Empires came loud, yeah they burned, yeah they took
Fractured us apart to tighten their hooks
Fed crumbs if you promised to not write songs of your gods
But we are stubborn people and Mother is our lord
Mother is our lord
Mother is our lord
