Presenting you #RaasaKannu A song to wrench your heart in the voice of Vadivelu with AR Rahman's music! Film Credits Movie – Maamannan Music - A.R Rahman Cast – Udhayanidhi Stalin , Vadivelu , Fahadh Faasil, Keerthy Suresh Produced by – Udhayanidhi Stalin Co Produced by – Shenbaga Moorthy – R. Arjun Durai Banner – Red Giant Movies Director – Mari Selvaraj DOP – Theni Eswar Art Director – Kumar Gangappan Editor – Selva Rk Action Choreography – Dhilip Subbarayan Dance Choreography – Sandy Lyrics – YugaBharathi Audiography – Suren Sound Designer - Suren.G – Alagiyakoothan.S Costume Designer – Sowbarnika Costumer – V. Moorthy Make up – Raj Kennedy Stills – Jaykumar Vairavan Publicity Designer – Kabilan Vfx – Harihara Sudhan DI Colorist – Prasad Somasekar DI Line Producer – ML Vijayakumar Pro – Sathish (AIM) Production Executive - E Arumugam Distribution Manager – C.Raja Lyric Animation - Ranjit Kumar Rajendran (SFTS Media) Song Credits Raasa Kannu Song Composed, Produced and Arranged by A.R.Rahman Lyrics Yugabharathi Singer Vadivelu Music Supervisor AH Kaashif Project Manager Karthik Sekaran Backing vocals : Sreekanth Hariharan Orchestration : Suprava Mukherjee Musicians Chennai Strings & Sunshine Orchestra, Conducted by Jerry Vincent Supervised By Prashanth Venkat String Instruments - SM Subhani Music Editor Prashanth Venkat Sound Engineers Panchathan Record inn Suresh Permal, Karthik Sekaran, Aravind Crescendo, Suryansh, Sathish V Saravanan AM Studios Pradeep Menon, Manoj Raman, Sathya Narayanan, Ainul Huk Mixed and Mastered By Nitish R Kumar Apple Digital Master and Dolby Atmos by Riyasdeen Riyan Musician Coordinator Samidurai R, Abdul Haiyum. Lyrics English Translation The hill is on fire, dear son, And my heart bursts into flames The hill is on fire, dear son, And my heart bursts into flames Pick up the drum and beat up a tempo I shall sing out my heart that reels in sorrow Pick up the drum and beat up a tempo I shall sing out my heart that reels in sorrow The ones who lived shrivelled and shrunken The ones who huddled in hardship The ones who have known famine and hunger They are an army, yet are fearful Wounds aplenty, dear son Would speaking of it make them heal? Would they heal? Would they heal? Would they heal, my dear son? A patch of thorns in the wilderness turned a path as we trod on A patch of thorns in the wilderness turned a path as we trod on All those paths we tread, who has blocked with a fence? Knowing not where to head We roam hither and thither Wounds aplenty, dear son Would speaking of it make them heal? The hill is on fire, dear son, And my heart bursts into flames The hill is on fire, dear son, And my heart bursts into flames Pick up the drum and beat up a tempo I shall sing out my heart that reels in sorrow Pick up the drum and beat up a tempo I shall sing out my heart that reels in sorrow The ones who lived shrivelled and shrunken The ones who huddled in hardship The ones who have known famine and hunger They are an army, yet are fearful Wounds aplenty, dear Would speaking of it make them heal? Would they heal? Would they heal? Would they heal, my dear son? Wounds aplenty, dear son Would speaking of it make them heal?. Music Label - Sony Music Entertainment India Pvt. Ltd. © 2023 Sony Music Entertainment India Pvt. Ltd. Subscribe Now: http://bit.ly/SonyMusicSouthVevo Subscribe Now: http://bit.ly/SonyMusicSouthYT Follow us: https://www.instagram.com/sonymusic_south/ Follow us: Twitter: https://twitter.com/SonyMusicSouth Like us: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SonyMusicSouth
