Paroles et traduction DESICK - Savdhaan India

Savdhaan India

Ye jo apne ko bharein
Apne mein chalein
Sapne jo dhalle
Gareebon ke ghar kaise pale
Kisi ko na pata chale
Kon jalle kon mare kon
Jiye kon khaaye piye
Koi seeye gharbaar ke liye
Kala dhann andha sarkaar ke liye
Kal dil mannda sansaar ke liye
Kadam uthaye bohton par
Sabki rukaawat pariwar ke liye (haan)
Kyunki baat baat pe khaakhi wardi
Wale ucchle jo zada seedha pairon
Talle kuchle
Hakeekat ki awaaz oochi karein
Usse kehte bujhle
Haan!!!° kyun????

Kyunki tu aag
Bande tu jaag
Apni ladaai khud ladni na bhaag
AUR ye bande election pe quarter bhijwake
Bolein sab kucch ho aap?????

Sadko ke ghaddhe ni bharte hain
Awaaz uthne pe ldte hai
Soche gareeb shareef inse darte hain
Wo tumse zada kaam karte hain
Aamdani kmm fir bhi na jaane kaise wo sarte hain!
Isme sabka dosh nahi!
Sabki soch tosh nahi mujhe chaddha josh nahi kholi
Soch shabbd kosh nahi banu boj yahi karu khoj yahin
Gannje ko kangi bikti hai khulli yahan
Sankonch nhi
(Salaam mere bharat ko)
(DESICK)

2019 (C) VMF Music Group

Savdhaan India

These are the ones who fill themselves
They walk among us
The dreams they shattered
How do they survive in the homes of the poor?
No one knows
Who burns, who dies, who
Who lives, who eats, who drinks
Someone for the sake of a home
Black money for the sake of a blind government
Tomorrow for the sake of a miserable world
They took steps on many
Everyone's obstacle for the sake of the family (yes)
Because every time the khaki uniform
Those who rise above, they walk straight
Their feet are trampled
The voice of truth speaks loudly
They call it a flameout
Yes!!!° why????

Because you are fire
Man, you wake up
Don't run away from your own fight
AND these guys, they send their quarters to the election
They say, "Everything is fine, honey?????

The potholes on the roads don't fill up
They fight when a voice is raised
They think the poor are honest, they're afraid of them
They work harder than you
Income is low, but they don't know how they survive!
It's not everyone's fault!
Not everyone's thoughts, not everyone's grief, I haven't lost my zeal
Thought, word, dictionary, not a burden, I'm searching here
A comb is sold openly for the bald
No constriction
(Greetings to my Bharat)
(DESICK)

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