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&