Текст и перевод песни Bohemia feat. J.Hind - Desi Munde

Desi Munde

Desi munde pardes de.
Kadi agge piche di ni sochde.
Jithe jande pande phuaara.
Desi munde pardes de.
Jaan di baazi laga k khed de...
Ehna da rabb rakhwalave appa shere de putt sardara wali shaan saadi.
Jaandi ae te jaan jaye.
Zindagi toofaan saadi.
Saade sache yaar saade langeya par jhootheya de naal piche suliya te tang gaye.
Ve mere baare thumeya.
Menu bohemia de naa ton jaane saari duniya.
Ve main punjabi rap da badshah.
Mera muqabla ni raj mere hor koi na.
Menu hun rok k dikhao.
Tok k dikhao.
Main roz peena bhang menu rok k dikhao.
Vaddeya ton sikheya ve menu rok k dikhao.
Nava.
Nava zamana menu rok k dikhao.
Desi munde pardes de.
Kadi agge piche di ni sochde.
Jithe jande pande phuaara.
Desi munde pardes de.
Jaan di baazi laga k khed de...
Ehna da rabb rakhwalaallow me to introduce a brand new breeze.
Desi wid attitude and we raisin the streets.
Shitin tattoo tears.
Blazin the weed...
Desi munde pardes de.
Kadi agge piche di ni sochde.
Jithe jande pande phuaara.
Desi munde pardes de.
Jaan di baazi laga k khed de...
Ehna da rabb rakhwala

Desi Munde

Indian lads abroad.
They don't give a damn about the past or the future.
Wherever they go, they make their mark.
Indian lads abroad.
They play the game of life with their lives on the line...
Lord, their guardian, blesses them, the sons of lions with the glory of the Sardars.
They know how to live and die.
Their lives are a storm.
Our true friends, our beloveds, but we're tired of hanging out with liars.
You know about me.
The whole world knows me as Bohemia.
I'm the king of Punjabi rap.
No one can match me, no one at all.
Try to stop me.
Try to stop me.
I smoke weed every day, try to stop me.
I learned from the best, try to stop me.
New.
New era, try to stop me.
Indian lads abroad.
They don't give a damn about the past or the future.
Wherever they go, they make their mark.
Indian lads abroad.
They play the game of life with their lives on the line...
Lord, their guardian, may I present you with a new breed of wind.
Indians with attitude, we're taking over the streets.
Prison tattoos, tears.
Blazing up the weed...
Indian lads abroad.
They don't give a damn about the past or the future.
Wherever they go, they make their mark.
Indian lads abroad.
They play the game of life with their lives on the line...
Lord, their guardian