Paroles et traduction Fiddlecraft - Fakir

Fakir

Ek chillum jo badal phookti ho
Maut muh pe zindagi thookti ho
Meri chaddiya sitaro pe sookhti ho
Ungliyaan naak mein khazaane dhoondhti ho
Sapno ka packet palko se kholu
Aur iss fakir ko kya chahiye tum bolo

Dark shades aankhe dhakne ke liye
Ek dost gaali bakne ke liye
Badi zindagi ho age bhale short uss mein
Jebe bhari ho bhara ho full pot uss mein
Sapno ka packet palko se kholu
Aur iss fakir ko kya chahiye tum bolo

Befikar, Aanwaaregi meri girlfriend kaash ho
Khodu Jahan mile mujhe meri job ki ek laash ho

Raste chale mein ruk jaau
Ya kabhi gala faad ke gaau
Kisi ko farak pade na ratti bhar
Mein roz nahau ya na nahau
Band darwaaze kholo na kholo
Band mein bajau ya bajau solo
Fresh nadi ki lehero se tum dholo
Aur iss fakir ko kya chahiye tum bolo

Tu ru ru ru ru ruuuuuuuu ooooooo
Ru ru ru ooooo

Twankha na leti ho koi meri bai
Month end tak chale meri kamayi
Ye chaand aur Sooraj hai dono bhai
Shaam mein bethke hote dono high
Polo mein mint hai ya mint mein polo
Aur iss fakir ko kya chahiye tum bolo

Ek room ho, na ho uski deewarein
Mein giru toh mujhko hawaayein de sahare
Tension meri snort maare uss mein
Khwaaishein bhi dhue ke fart maare uss mein
Iss saale time ko saste mein taulo
Aur iss fakir ko kya chahiye tum bolo

Zindagi khele juaa, kyon mere paas hi joker hai
Imaayi ne vasooli ke rakh liye naukar hain

Duniya bhar ko mein rasta dikhau
Wo rasta mein khud bhool jaau
Khayaali jahaazo pe sawar hoye
Khayaalo mein hi gote lagaun
Sharafat ke shirt ke collar, button kholu
AANE PE HO SHOR, JAANE PAR ROLO
Bhai kuch maal bacha? Jeb mein tatolun
Aur is fakir ko kya chahiye tum bolo.

Fakir

A chillum of badal you smoke
Death on your lips, life you choke
My chaddiya burns on the stars
Your fingers in your nose, searching for treasure
I open a packet of dreams from my eyelids
And this fakir, what does he need, you tell me

Dark shades to cover my eyes
A friend to curse
Life is big, but short
My pockets are full, my pot is full
I open a packet of dreams from my eyelids
And this fakir, what does he need, you tell me

Carefree, I hope my girlfriend arrives
I dig where I can find the corpse of my job

I walk and stop along the way
Or sometimes I cry
No one cares, not even a bit
Whether I bathe daily or not
Don't open the closed doors
I'll play in a band or solo
Cleanse yourself with the waves of the fresh river
And this fakir, what does he need, you tell me

You cry cry cry cry cry ooooooo
Cry cry cry ooooo

Don't twankle, my girl
Let my earnings last till the month end
This moon and sun are both brothers
They sit and get high in the evening
Polo in mint or mint in polo
And this fakir, what does he need, you tell me

A room, without walls
When I fall, let the winds support me
My tension snorts in it
My desires smoke in it
Buy this sale time for cheap
And this fakir, what does he need, you tell me

Life plays the game, why do I have the joker
The image has kept servants for recovery

I show the world the way
I forget the way myself
Riding on imaginary boats
I place bets in my thoughts
I unbutton the collar of my shirt of decency
THERE'S NOISE WHEN YOU COME, SILENCE WHEN YOU LEAVE
Brother, is there any stuff left? I'll search your pocket
And this fakir, what does he need, you tell me.