Heta-heta, heta-heta, heta-heta
Heta-heta, heta-heta, heta-heta
That never comes
Some lunacy grips every one
Hutapata everywhere
Heta-heta, heta-heta, heta-heta
That never comes.
A history not history enough
Politics not politics enough
A people not really a people
Heta-heta,heta-heta,heta-heta
That never comes.
A slow moving train
Climbing up a hill
A perahara where elephant is king
Heta-heta, heta-heta, heta-heta
There is no such thing
(Heta in Sinhala means tomorrow - hutapata means meaningless disputes – perahara means parade.)
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