Gustakh - Seronke traduction en anglais

Gustakh

Dekh minu chad de num aaja minu rok
Dekh minu vad de nu rao game choke
Dekh minu chand de nu geet thok thok
Uthde likhari chatti digde aa roj
Geetan ch prote naal rakhya nai boj
Raat din hustle output dava roj
Jaandi nai billo minu jaan jaengi close

(Gustaakh yaar manga nai maafi
Akh da nai kaara odi nasha kaafi
Uth roj bande aa chah naal gadaafi
Mainv hoi jaana haavi, sab ghadeya hoya ae)

Ustaad bhalya nai aape bhara kaapi
Bass thar thar vajje limiter nal naapi
Laine chadne saah minu naio kaafi
Dekhi thokne aa paara mera
Chadya hoya ae
Karna ni jaade geet sittu bas kaafi
Kanna nu a mor laune hath aena aapi
Dasya c jatt kade zindgi nai naapi
Roger chill mode copy vairi sdaya hoya ae.

(Gustaakh yaar manga nai maafi
Akh da nai kaara odi nasha kaafi
Uth roj bande aa chah naal gadaafi
Mainv hoi jaana haavi, sab ghadeya hoya ae)

Ya main jaun top te ya jaun meri laash ni
Halli shuru hoya jatt banu itihaas v
Gaddi jaane kill chadi hoi aa bass v
Rakhdya ya fit daule alharalai khas ni
Thodi a nasal thodi area di chap ni
Hathi kam kar khaie mainte mera baap ni
Roz hi akhiri minu dina da na maap ni
Seronke a naam kara ginda na paap ni
Beatan te rap baajo chahida na khaas ni
Mainstream hou kude minu koi aas ni
Level a hor saadi katheya class ni
Minu koi rok lauga minu koi aas nai
Khaas yaar ginti de dil da ya maas ni
Udaari billo utli koi bus da ya pass nai
Gin gin thoku jera vibe karu naas ni
Khet mere banjar fucka di koi aas nai

Dekh minu chad de num aaja minu rok
Dekh minu vad de nu rao game choke
Dekh minu chand de nu geet thok thok
Uthde likhari chatti digde aa roj
Geetan ch prote naal rakhya nai boj
Raat din hustle output dava roj
Jaandi nai billo minu jaan jaengi close

Start hoya late chalo hoya paara chad ke
Jeeb sad jugi bake keetebol raad ke
Lor hatdi nai mate kara beat kaad ke
Utto chakma jeha main utto geet hard ne.

(Gustaakh yaar manga nai maafi
Akh da nai kaara odi nasha kaafi
Uth roj bande aa chah naal gadaafi
Mainv hoi jaana haavi, sab ghadeya hoya ae)

Gustakh

See, I'm rising up, don't try to stop me now
See, I'm soaring high, you're stuck in the game, choking
See, I'm singing a song of the moon, boom boom
The writers rise up, they'll fall down every day
They don't understand the protection that my lyrics provide
I hustle day and night, delivering the output every day
My spirit won't be broken, it'll rise close

(Gustakh, I don't ask for forgiveness
My eyes are not blind, I'm fuelled by a lot of passion
Wake up every day, fueled by this tea, a rebellion
I'm going to be me, everyone else is just a facade)

I don't need the approval of the masters, I'm already filled with coffee
Just let the beat thump, measure it with the limiter
The courage to climb, I have enough
See, I'm pushing my limits, it's my area
I'm already soaring high
I don't need to write too many songs, just enough
The palm of your hand, my eyes are looking at it
I've never measured my life, tell me this, babe
Roger, chill mode, copying my enemies, it's already done.

(Gustakh, I don't ask for forgiveness
My eyes are not blind, I'm fuelled by a lot of passion
Wake up every day, fueled by this tea, a rebellion
I'm going to be me, everyone else is just a facade)

Either I'll reach the top, or my corpse will be there
The journey has just begun, I'm becoming a legend
The car is going to kill, it's already on the roof
I'm holding my ground, strong, I'll crush the competition
A little bit of this, a little bit of that, the vibe's strong
I work hard, it's my father's legacy
Every day is the last, no measurement of time
Seronke, this name will become immortal, no sin
I don't need special treatment, just beats and rap
I don't crave mainstream, no hope
My level is different, the class is high
No one can stop me, no hope
True friends are rare, the heart's treasure
I've flown high, no bus, no pass
Count and count, I'll destroy the vibe, no defeat
My fields are barren, no hope for a fuck

See, I'm rising up, don't try to stop me now
See, I'm soaring high, you're stuck in the game, choking
See, I'm singing a song of the moon, boom boom
The writers rise up, they'll fall down every day
They don't understand the protection that my lyrics provide
I hustle day and night, delivering the output every day
My spirit won't be broken, it'll rise close

The start was late, I'm coming up, the heat is on
My tongue is sharp, I'm a warrior, I'll break the mold
My heart doesn't lose, I'll create a beat, I'll break free
A shock like this, my song is hard, it's tough.

(Gustakh, I don't ask for forgiveness
My eyes are not blind, I'm fuelled by a lot of passion
Wake up every day, fueled by this tea, a rebellion
I'm going to be me, everyone else is just a facade)