Текст и перевод песни Alfaaz feat. Yo Yo Honey Singh - Yaar Bathere

Yaar Bathere

Yaar Bathere

Pehlan mang paayi tu gaddi di, chhoti vi nahin vaddi di
Pehlan mang paayi tu gaddi di, chhoti vi nahin vaddi di
Rehndi khundi pailli vikaati
Rehndi khundi pailli vikaati
Ki kehne kudiye tere, saadi maa nu putt ni labne
Tenu yaar bathere, saadi maa nu putt ni labne
Tenu yaar bathere, ni tenu yaar bathere

Tu taan Cotton County paundi si, ohne Gant liata
Tu kithe PG vich sardh di si, ohne flat laita
Hun maardi ae chaalan la Chandigarh dere
Saadi maa nu putt ni labne
Tenu yaar bathere, saadi maa nu putt ni labne
Tenu yaar bathere

Pindon nave nave aaye, te vekhiyan ae naaran
Kothiyan car'an, ae sector 17
Jinna ne saanu moh leya
Saadi saadgi nu saathon kho leya
Utton tu mil gayi
Pehlan te lageya ke kismat khul gayi
Tenu taan yaad hi hona sab kujh, kyon
Hun bhul gayi

Jehre tu nakre vikhaundi si, oh vi main seh gaya
Kharche karaundi si, oh vi main seh gaya
365 charittar naara de, gal solan aane sach tareeke aala keh gaya
Gal sun mutiyaare, bade la te tu laare
Gal vadeyan di, tere muh toh dhukdi ni
Tenu laggu ji karaari, teri ikko cheej maadi
Teri chayn chayn chayn chayn mukdi ni
Saadi maa nu putt ni labne
Tenu yaar bathere, ni tenu yaar bathere
Teri chayn chayn chayn chayn mukdi ni

Oh taan dhan saada hi bapu de jehda kharche karda
Ethe kaake aaishan lainde ne ohda okha sarda
ATM di rail banawe, shaam savere
Saadi maa nu putt ni labne
Tenu yaar bathere, ni tenu yaar bathere

Ehe gal vi dilon kad de, main maa pe chad doon
Koi chadan wali hoyi cheej, taan main aape chad doon
Dil ehna de kaale bai unj sohne chehre
Saadi maa nu putt ni labne
Tenu yaar bathere, saadi maa nu putt ni labne
Tenu yaar bathere, saadi maa nu putt ni labne
Tenu yaar bathere, ni tenu yaar bathere

Wannabes

Wannabes

You begged me for a car, not a small one, not a big one either
You begged me for a car, not a small one, not a big one either
You used to walk around showing off your second-hand clothes
You used to walk around showing off your second-hand clothes
What can I say, girl, you're making my mother lose her son
You're a wannabe, you're making my mother lose her son
You're a wannabe, oh you're a wannabe

You used to go to Cotton County, you'd buy Gant
You were sharing a room in a PG, and you rented a flat
Now you're driving a stolen car, living in Chandigarh
You're making my mother lose her son
You're a wannabe, you're making my mother lose her son
You're a wannabe

You're all new to the city, and you're showing off your wealth
Mansions and cars, in sector 17
You've charmed us
We've lost our simplicity
I met you up there
At first, I thought my luck had changed
Surely you remembered everything, right?
Now you've forgotten it all

I put up with all your airs and graces
I put up with your spending
You call yourself a "365-day character", but you're a liar and a cheat
Listen here, girl, don't get angry
You don't mind making promises
You think you're so sweet, but you're one thing I can't stand
Your whining never ends
You're making my mother lose her son
You're a wannabe, oh you're a wannabe
Your whining never ends

All that money is from your father, who's spending it all
You're living beyond your means, but you don't care
You're using your ATM card like a credit card, day and night
You're making my mother lose her son
You're a wannabe, oh you're a wannabe

I'll even pawn my mother to get you
If it's something that shines, I'll pawn myself to get it
These girls' hearts are black, even though their faces are pretty
You're making my mother lose her son
You're a wannabe, you're making my mother lose her son
You're a wannabe, you're making my mother lose her son
You're a wannabe, oh you're a wannabe