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.

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