Ranjit Bawa - Mitti - traduction des paroles en anglais

Paroles et traduction Ranjit Bawa - Mitti




Mitti
Mitti
Bawa Mitti Da Banauni Haan
My dear, I am made of Earth,
Ohnu Teri Pagg Bannh Ke
Let me tie your turban,
Dukh Dil Da Sunauni Haan
And listen to the sorrow in your heart.
Bawa Mitti Da Eh Bolda Hi Nahi
My dear, this Earth doesn't speak at all,
Meri Gal Sun Lainda,
But it listens to my words,
Dukh Aapne Farolda Hi Nahi
It is not able to express its own pain.
Mukh Maitho Modeya Ee,
You've turned your sweet face away,
Dil Mera Todeya Ee,
And broken my heart,
Jaa Ke Pardesi Dere Laa Laye
You've gone and settled abroad,
Tereyan Vichodeyan Ne
And your memories have,
Chandeyan Jhoreyan Ne
Set fire to my lanterns and rivers,
Main Te Mera Bawa Dowein Kha Laye
And both me and my dear Earth are consumed.
Bawa Mitti Da Eh Dukh Sehnda
My dear, this Earth bears this pain,
Ve Jadon Tenu Chete Karda
When I remember you,
Eh Vi Mere Wangu Ro Painda
It also starts to cry like me.
Laal Phulkarian Ho Reejhan Naal Sawariyan
The red flowers have blossomed, and the young women are adorned with basil,
Jo Laggdian Chunniyan Oh Chittiyan
The chunnis that they wear are white,
Rooh Meri Butt Hogayi Vidhwa Eh Rutt Ho Gayi
My soul has become a widow, and this season has turned,
Rol Gayon Jawani Vich Mittiyan
My youth has been buried in the earth.
Bawa Mitti Da Eh Tutt Challeya
My dear, this Earth is breaking apart,
Terian Udeekan Sohneya
In your anticipation, my love,
Painda Umran Da Mukk Challeya
The hope of my life has been uprooted.
Tatte Tatte Hanjuan Ne Dukh Katte Hanjuan Ne
My tears fall one by one, they cut through my pain,
Hizran Da Charkha Tu De Gayon
You have given me the spinning wheel of sorrow.
Sadhra Viraan Hoiyan Sabhe Shamshan Hoiyan
The village has become deserted, it has become a crematorium.
Ik Vaari Pind Aaja Deep Siho
Come back to the village once, and light a lamp.
Bawa Mitti Da Eh Butt Varga
My dear, this Earth is like a father,
Lokan Nu Khidauna Lagga
It has started to mourn for the people,
Mainu Lagge Mere Putt Varga
But to me, it feels like my own son.





Writer(s): Dharambir Bhangu, Mr Wow


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