Paroles et traduction Jagjit Singh - Admi Admi Ko Kya Dega

Admi Admi Ko Kya Dega

Aadmi aadmi ko kya dega?
Aadmi aadmi ko kya dega?
Jo bhi dega, wahi Khuda dega

Mera qaatil hi mera munsif hai
Mera qaatil hi mera munsif hai
Mera qaatil, qaatil, qaatil
Qaatil, qaatil, qaatil, qaatil
Mera qaatil hi mera munsif hai
Mera qaatil hi mera munsif hai
Mera qaatil hi mera munsif hai

Kya mere haq mein faisla dega?
Kya mere haq mein faisla dega?
Aadmi aadmi ko kya dega?
Jo bhi dega, wahi Khuda dega

Zindagi ko qareeb se dekho
Zindagi ko...
Zindagi ko qareeb se dekho
Zindagi ko qareeb se dekho
Zindagi ko qareeb se dekho

Iska chehra tumhein rula dega
Iska chehra tumhein rula dega
Aadmi aadmi ko kya dega?
Jo bhi dega, wahi Khuda dega

Humse poochho na dosti ka sila
Humse poochho na dosti ka sila
Humse poochho na dosti ka sila
Humse poochho na dosti ka sila

Dushmanon ka bhi dil hila dega
Dushmanon ka bhi dil hila dega
Aadmi aadmi ko kya dega?
Aadmi aadmi ko kya dega?
Jo bhi dega, wahi Khuda dega

What Will Man Give to Man?

What will man give to man, my love?
What will man give to man, my dear?
Whatever he gives, it's God's gift, my sweet.

My killer is my judge, darling.
My killer is my judge, sweetheart.
My killer, killer, killer
Killer, killer, killer, killer
My killer is my judge, my love.
My killer is my judge, precious.
My killer is my judge, beautiful.

Will he judge in my favor, my queen?
Will he judge in my favor, my angel?
What will man give to man, dearest?
Whatever he gives, it's God's gift, beloved.

Look closely at life, my love.
Look at life...
Look closely at life, sweetheart.
Look closely at life, darling.
Look closely at life, my dear.

Its face will make you cry, my precious.
Its face will make you cry, my beautiful.
What will man give to man, my queen?
Whatever he gives, it's God's gift, my angel.

Don't ask us the reward of friendship, my love.
Don't ask us the reward of friendship, sweetheart.
Don't ask us the reward of friendship, darling.
Don't ask us the reward of friendship, my dear.

It will even shake the hearts of enemies, my precious.
It will even shake the hearts of enemies, my beautiful.
What will man give to man, my queen?
What will man give to man, my angel?
Whatever he gives, it's God's gift, beloved.