The warriors of the land Celebrate their valor today
The waves of blood from clanging swords Pounce like a tempest off our legion
Hey, the salty air Has turned burning hot
Hey, the sound of drums rent the skies
The tiger's heirs Sway like possessed
As the rebellious land Rises in a dance of ecstasy
Today is the day To worship the weapons we wield
Let us tap our shoulders And celebrate the fair
It's a fete of warring brave hearts Let's give them a welcome…
With warm blood coursing through March ahead, our warrior
-This is a tradition -Breaching it is desecration
-It's a family for whom war is life -The sea and the time stand witness
The sacrifices by our mothers Are the breast milk that blesses us
Making this body shape into a weapon
Self-esteem that refuses to surrender Dictates the boundaries
The chronicles of our ancestors Are radiant like a glorious history
This day that comes Every year is meant for us
The stroking of our mustache Is our message to the world
Today is the day To worship the weapons we wield
Let us tap our shoulders And celebrate the fair
It's a fete of warring brave hearts Let's give them a welcome
With warm blood coursing through March ahead, our warrior
The Red Sea swells up And gets boisterous with a roar
The warriors of the land Celebrate their valor today
The waves of blood from clanging swords Pounce like a tempest off our legion
It's time for the battle. Women and kids should leave.
All of us know the village that wins the battle gets the ancestral weapons.
They have been in Devara's possession for a long time.
Let us see who gets them this year.
Let me remind you of the battle rules once again.
Only two warriors from each village can get into the arena.
The last man standing shall be the winner.
Are you ready?
We are just four villages.
Instead of this contest,
why don't we allow each village to possess the weapons each year?
Rayappa's village hasn't seen weapons for years now.
I would like them to get the weapons this time.
Do you think our ancestors were fools
to introduce this custom, Devara?
For our ancestors, war was a livelihood.
They introduced such customs to intensify the spirit of fighting, Bhaira.
It has been a long-standing tradition.
We must go for the battle.
What about Rayappa's village that can only row boats and not fight battles?
If the weapons go to their village at least once,
they too will be benefited, Bhaira.
Winning has become a habit for you, so if it bothers you so much,
win them again and give them to Rayappa, Devara.
Let's begin.
Sura! Sura!
-Sura! Sura! -Dega!
-Sura! Sura! -Dega! Dega!
-Hit him hard. -Dega! Dega!
Dega! Dega!
One man down from the West side.
Kunjara! Kunjara!