Results for walk with swagger translation from English to Sinhala

walk with me.
මාත් එක්ක යමු.

♪ come walk with me.
මා සමඟ ඇවිද යමු...

take a walk with me.
මාත් එක්ක ඇවිදන් එන්න

walk with me, katia.
මගෙත් එක්ක ඇවිදින්න, කටියා.

walk with clothes prince.
ඇඳුම් ඇදගෙන ඉන්න කුමාරයෙක්...

i walk, you walk with me.
මං යනකොට, ඔයත් මාත් එක්ක යනවා.

professor: walk with me, john.
[ professor ] මාත් සමග එන්න, john.

just come take a walk with me.
එන්න මාත් එක්ක.

okay, walk with me. walk with me.
හරි, මාත් එක්ක එනවා.

that is why i walk with a gimp.
ඒකයි මම බිලී පිත්තක් එක්ක ඇවිදින්නෙ

anyone else want to walk with him?
කාටහරි වුවමනාද ඔහුත් එක්ක යන්න?

- walk with him. he'll calm down.
- ඇවිදින්න එයා සන්සුන් වයි∙

i'm ashamed even to walk with you.
උඹත් එක්ක එකට යන්නත් මට ලැජ්ජයි.

on the road, on enchanting evenings, i wish to walk with her, resting on her shoulders,
පාරෙ හිටියොත්.. හවසක වශී වෙනවා... මම කැමතියි ඇයත් එක්ක ඇවිදින්න...

if the great state of illinois can't meet its burden of proof if i walk with a guilty client, it's on you.
ඉල්නොයිස් ශේෂ්ඨ රාජ්‍යයේ, ශාක්ෂි ගොඩක් හොයාගන්න බැරි නම්... ...මම වරදකාරයෙක් එක්ක ගියොත් ,ඒ ඔයා.

if... if you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too; if you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don't deal in lies, or being hated, don't give way to hating, and yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: if you can dream - and not make dreams your master; if you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; if you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two impostors just the same; if you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: if you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, and lose, and start again at your beginnings and never breathe a word about your loss; if you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the will which says to them: 'hold on!' if you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, ' or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, if all men count with you, but none too much; if you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run, yours is the earth and everything that's in it, and - which is more - you'll be a man, my son!
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