Alfaaz and Honey Singh - sadi maa nu Putt ni Labhne Tenu Yaar Bathere | Текст песни

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Yaar Bathere

Pehlan mang paayi tu gaddi di, chhoti vi nahin vaddi di
Pehlan mang paayi tu gaddi di, chhoti vi nahin vaddi di
Rehndi khundi pailli vikaati
Rehndi khundi pailli vikaati
Ki kehne kudiye tere, saadi maa nu putt ni labne
Tenu yaar bathere, saadi maa nu putt ni labne
Tenu yaar bathere, ni tenu yaar bathere

Tu taan Cotton County paundi si, ohne Gant liata
Tu kithe PG vich sardh di si, ohne flat laita
Hun maardi ae chaalan la Chandigarh dere
Saadi maa nu putt ni labne
Tenu yaar bathere, saadi maa nu putt ni labne
Tenu yaar bathere

Pindon nave nave aaye, te vekhiyan ae naaran
Kothiyan car'an, ae sector 17
Jinna ne saanu moh leya
Saadi saadgi nu saathon kho leya
Utton tu mil gayi
Pehlan te lageya ke kismat khul gayi
Tenu taan yaad hi hona sab kujh, kyon
Hun bhul gayi

Jehre tu nakre vikhaundi si, oh vi main seh gaya
Kharche karaundi si, oh vi main seh gaya
365 charittar naara de, gal solan aane sach tareeke aala keh gaya
Gal sun mutiyaare, bade la te tu laare
Gal vadeyan di, tere muh toh dhukdi ni
Tenu laggu ji karaari, teri ikko cheej maadi
Teri chayn chayn chayn chayn mukdi ni
Saadi maa nu putt ni labne
Tenu yaar bathere, ni tenu yaar bathere
Teri chayn chayn chayn chayn mukdi ni

Oh taan dhan saada hi bapu de jehda kharche karda
Ethe kaake aaishan lainde ne ohda okha sarda
ATM di rail banawe, shaam savere
Saadi maa nu putt ni labne
Tenu yaar bathere, ni tenu yaar bathere

Ehe gal vi dilon kad de, main maa pe chad doon
Koi chadan wali hoyi cheej, taan main aape chad doon
Dil ehna de kaale bai unj sohne chehre
Saadi maa nu putt ni labne
Tenu yaar bathere, saadi maa nu putt ni labne
Tenu yaar bathere, saadi maa nu putt ni labne
Tenu yaar bathere, ni tenu yaar bathere

English
Lovers Galore

First you asked for a car, not a small but a big one
First you asked for a car, not a small but a big one
Made me sell whatever farmland I had left
Made me sell whatever farmland I had left
What should I say about you? My mother won't find sons,
But you have lovers galore, My mother won't find sons
But you have lovers galore, you have lovers galore.

You used to wear Cotton County, he uprgaded you to Gant
You would rot in a PG*, so he got you a flat.
Now you play your tricks after making Chandigarh my Mecca
My mother won't find sons,
But you have lovers galore, My mother won't find sons
you have lovers galore.

A newcomer from the village, I saw girls,
saw villas, fancy cars, and sector 17**
All of which enamoured me
And snatched my values away from me.
On top of that, I met you,
At first I thought my fate had been blessed
Surely you remember everything,
Have you forgotten now?

You would show tantrums, and I bore them quietly
You'd empty my pockets, and I bore it quietly
A woman has 365 personalities, said the wise man from Threeke***
Now hear me lass, enough false promises
Words of promise from your mouth are without worth.
You're gonna get a hard whack, You have only one great fault,
Your pestering never stops.
My mother won't find sons,
But you have lovers galore, you have lovers galore
Your pestering never stops.

It was my father who paid for everything,
Here his son is making merry while he toils and rots,
Makes a train of ATM deposits, from morn till night.
My mother won't find sons,
But you have lovers galore, you have lovers galore.

Take the notion out of your head that I'll leave my parents,
If there is something I should leave, let me be the judge of it.
They have black hearts, my brothers, and pretty faces,
My mother won't find sons,
But you have lovers galore, My mother won't find sons
But you have lovers galore, My mother won't find sons
But you have lovers galore, you have lovers galore.

NOTES:

* - PG is a rented room, usually within the landlord&