Текст и перевод песни Def - SelfMade

SelfMade

Middle class family cho uttheya silver spoon na
23 saala di a zindagi kadd ditti iko e junoon na
Mahine vich geet kadd bneya star
Kehnda jane khane aa
Chaache maameya de sirran te ni uddeya
Ni main aap baneya

Kde maada time mere utte vekh k
Nhi si haami bharrde
Chakk gaddiyan oh hun kaali range da
Rehnde picha karde
Sache dilo aa salute oss rabb nu
Jihne eh garoor bhanneya
Chaache maameya de sirran te ni uddeya
Ni main aap baneya

Main nhio lok vaar vaar aakhde
Baapu tere putt nu star aakhde
Bannna ni kujh si gwaar aakhde
Ohi baapu tere putt nu star aakhde

Kde nhio hunde oh achieve ruttbe
Dil rakh maill da
Bhajji firey drri firey industry
Jatt firey tehal da
Kehndeya kahaundeya ne moose aale da
Ajj loha manneya
Chaache maameya de sirran te ni uddeya
Ni main aap baneya

Mehla takk dekh ajj maar karti
Uth k streeta cho
Ho goli de khadaake jehe geet likhte
Hip hop beata cho
Mehnta di khaayidi a khatti sohniye
Tahio seena taneya
Chaache maameya de sirran te ni uddeya
Ni main aap baneya

Main nhio lok vaar vaar aakhde
Baapu tere putt nu star aakhde
Bannna ni kujh si gwaar aakhde
Ohi baapu tere putt nu star aakhde
Sidhu moose aale nu star aakhde

SelfMade

My middle-class family didn't have a silver spoon to give me
I devoted my life to music from the age of 23, driven by pure passion
In a month, I released a song and became a star
They say, "Come on, let's go out to eat."
I don't fly on the coattails of my uncles and cousins
I made it on my own

When they saw me succeed, they
Didn't believe in me
Now, they drive black cars
Chasing after me
I truly salute God
Who gave me this pride
I don't fly on the coattails of my uncles and cousins
I made it on my own

People keep saying
Your son is a star, they say
They say he'll become something great
Your son is a star, they say

Those who couldn't achieve success themselves
Have bitter hearts
They gossip and spread rumors throughout the industry
They're jealous
They say, "That Moosewala guy is so arrogant."
Today, they acknowledge my worth
I don't fly on the coattails of my uncles and cousins
I made it on my own

They're all watching me closely now
I came up from the streets
I write songs as if I'm shooting a gun
In hip-hop beats
I'm a prisoner of my own labor, my dear
That's why I'm so proud
I don't fly on the coattails of my uncles and cousins
I made it on my own

People keep saying
Your son is a star, they say
They say he'll become something great
Your son is a star, they say
They call Sidhu Moosewala a star