Текст и перевод песни Gippy Grewal feat. Amrit Maan - Ayen Kiven

Ayen Kiven

Ho gabru te launde aa scheme'an jo
Vich bad tod'de aa team'an jo
Ho gabru te launde aa scheme'an jo
Vich bad tod'de aa team'an jo
Kehnde lokan de dilan vichon naam mit ju
Jatt da makaam aida saukha dar ju
Par ayen kiven
Hau ayen kiven
Hau ayen kiven
Dass ayen kiven
Hau ayen kiven
Ho massa massa paaye aa makaam mithiye
Lagge aa shareeka nu jukhaam mithiye
Massa massa paaye aa makaam mithiye
Lagge aa shareeka nu jukhaam mithiye
Ho jatt di chadhayi baare dasse kaafila
Lagge aa jo highway te jaam mithiye
Ho ud'da ja baaj punje laa lain'ge
Ae janam ch saddi jagah paa lain'ge
Paisa chahe sadde nalo wadh houga
Naam sadde warga kama lain'ge
Par ayen kiven
Thoddi oh.
Hau ayen kiven
Dass ayen kiven
Ho bas ayen kiven
Hau ayen kiven
Ho pummeya peya ae jihda gaana jattiye
Pind ohda kehnda gonneaana jattiye
Kithe darde samundar ni maaru thala ton
Hove Gippy Grewal pind dhoomkala ton
Ochde de aa chheti badnaam ho ju ayen kiven
Landuan nu jatt di salaam ho ju ayen kiven
Galiyan ch rulu badnaam ho ju ayen kiven
Muthiyan cha ban ni tufaan ho ju ayen kiven
Ho choti de khidaari bade kahte chhindiye hey
Ho dina ch hi suraj chadhate chhindiye ae ae ae
Ho choti de khidaari bade kahte chhindiye
Ho dina vich suraj chadhate chhindiye
Ho lalli chhaali da ni kithe visa lagda
Jatt ne patakhe othe bandhe chhindiye
Gabbru nu yaar mile mawaan warge
Cup vich siri jehde chhawan karde
Ho kathe hoke kehnde ajj maar gherna
Laake landu jehe peg ne salahwan karde
Ho mitran naal Singh je phasa lain'ge
Chhittra to chamm nu bacha lain'ge
Mitran de munh chon nivala khich ke
Ghare beh ke sukhi roti lain'ge
Par ayen kiven
Hau ayen kiven
Hau ayen kiven
Dass ayen kiven
Hau ayen kiven
Ho dekh ke beghani kade
Muchhan nahio chaad'de
Te chhitte maar naslan nu
Vehde ch ni vaar de
Ho gabbru da geet jivein fire 45 da
Ho vekh li nazare kude hundi taad taad de
Oye jor saala dukki da
Te pange laine deh laina
Kutt deyan gichi billo
Thalle laike jaad'de
Ho Gippy naal maan ae
Te rajinama paad de
Putt warke hi paad de

How Can This Be?

Oh, the young men and boys have plans,
In which teams get destroyed.
Oh, the young men and boys have schemes,
In which teams get broken apart.
They say they'll erase names from people's hearts,
A Jat's place is not easily shaken,
But how can this be?
Tell me, how can this be?
How can this be?
Explain, how can this be?
How can this be?
Oh, we've earned our place with sweat and blood,
Our rivals seem to have a cold (fear).
We've earned our place with sweat and blood,
Our rivals seem to have a cold (fear).
Oh, the Jat's rise is witnessed by a caravan,
It seems like a traffic jam on the highway.
Oh, we will fly and get our eagle's share,
We will find our place in this lifetime.
Even if their money is more than ours,
They will earn a name like ours.
But how can this be?
Your...oh.
Tell me, how can this be?
Explain, how can this be?
Just tell me, how can this be?
How can this be?
Oh, the one whose song is sung by the Jatti,
His village calls him a legend.
Where the ocean meets the shore,
There stands Gippy Grewal, from the village of Dhoomkala.
How can a Jat's reputation be tarnished in the fields?
How can a Jat be saluted by young men?
How can one be infamous in the streets?
Even if you become a storm, you can't be contained.
Oh hey, small players talk big,
Oh ae ae ae, the sun rises even in the daytime.
Oh, small players talk big,
Oh, the sun rises even in the daytime.
Oh, there's no visa needed for a red scarf,
The Jat sets off fireworks right there.
The young men find friends like mothers,
Who silently fulfill their wishes.
Oh, they gather and say, "Let's attack their home today,"
Taking advice from young men over drinks.
Oh, we'll trap Singh with friends,
We'll save our skin from harm.
We'll snatch a morsel from our friends' mouths,
And eat dry bread happily at home.
But how can this be?
Tell me, how can this be?
How can this be?
Explain, how can this be?
How can this be?
Oh, seeing someone else's wealth,
We don't lose our mustaches (courage).
And we don't attack generations,
We don't even harm the oxen.
Oh, a young man's song is like a fire of a .45,
Oh, look at the spectacle, jumping high.
Oh, the strength of a wrestler,
And taking on fights effortlessly.
Kicking cats in the balls,
Taking them down.
Oh, with Gippy and Maan,
They surrender.
Like sons, they surrender.