Paroles et traduction G. V. Prakash Kumar - Sooraj Hai Kahaan

Sooraj Hai Kahaan

Sooraj hai kahaan, sar mein aag re
Nagin titliyan, akshar bhaar re
Meri aankh mein loha hai kya
Meri rotiyon mein kaanch hai
Gin meri ungliyan kya poori paanch hain

Yeh meri bandook dekho
Yeh mera sandook hai
Ghaas jungle, jism paani
Koyla meri bhookh hai
Chowk mera, gali meri, naukri vardi meri
Dhool utarti, sona raddi
Dhoop aur sardi meri
Meri parking hai, yeh meri seat hai
Mera matha hai, yeh meri eent hai

Teri mitti se meri mitti tak
Aa rahi hai dhoop saari rainon se
Rang se tere rivaazon se
Teri boli se, tere melon se
Keelein chubhti hain
Chheelein hain dikhti hain
Lakadiyan geeli nahi hain
Tel hain peeli yahin hain

Mera chanda tareeka, mera sach sahi
Gar koi awaz uthi gaad dunga main yahin
Main yahan pehle khada tha
Hai yeh mera maidan
Aazma le laathiyon pe, kya sab
Yeh kitaabein paap hain
Yeh log saare saanp hain
Jahaalat ke hamaamon mein
Morality ki bhaap hai

Main bataaunga tujhe tu
Jeans pehne hai kitni tang
Kaun si building mein tu reh
Sakti hai kab kiske sang
Raat ke kitne baje kaise
Chale kis se mile
Kab palat kar maar de
Kab chup rahe, kab khap chale
Hai yeh valentine kyun
Tu bhi dee wine kyun
Tere pub se, uske Rab se
Mujhko problem hai sabse

Hamne unko khoob dhoya
Jo ruyi se log the
Ban gaye unke gubbaare
Jo suli se log the
Jiski chaadar hamse chhoti
Uski chaadar chheen li
Jis bhi chhat pe chadh gaye hum
Uski seedhi tod di
Ishtiharon mein khushi hai
Aur ghar atta nahi
De mera chaaku mujhe maa
Kab se kuchh kaata nahi
Bachche khelte jahaan pichhle June mein
Ab baste renkte hain
Wahaan bheege khoon mein

Par raahi thi ek bachchi
Sadak par bheed thi
Sabka na tu dar tha zaroori
Sabne marti chhod di

Where is the Sun

Where is the sun, my head is on fire
Dragonflies, heavy letters
Are my eyes iron
Is there glass in my bread
Count my fingers, are there a full five

Look at my gun
This is my chest
Grass jungle, body water
My hunger is coal
My market, my lane, my job uniform
Dust falls, gold metal
Sunshine and cold are mine
My parking is here, this is my seat
My head is here, this is my brick

From your soil to my soil
Sun is coming from all the rains
From your color, from your rivers
From your speech, from your melons
Bananas are prickly
Their skins are apparent
Firewood is not wet
Oil is yellow, it is here

My moon and stars, my truth
If anyone makes a sound, I will bury them here
I was standing here first
This is my field
Try it out on sticks, everything
These books are sins
These people are all snakes
In the bathtubs of ignorance
There is morality steam

I will tell you, you
How tightly you wear jeans
In which building you live
Who can be with whom and when
What time of night, how
Walked, who met
When to turn and kill
When to keep quiet, when to grab
Why is this Valentine
Why do you give wine
From your pub, from his God
I have a problem with all

We washed them well
Who were made of cotton
They became their balloons
Who were made of crucifixion
Whose sheet is smaller than us
We took his sheet
Whatever roof we climbed to
We broke its ladder
There is happiness in advertisements
But no flour at home
Give me my knife, mother
I haven't cut anything for a long time
The children play where last June
Now they paint tires
In wet blood there

But there was a passerby girl
There was a crowd on the road
No one was necessarily afraid of you
Everyone left her to die