Текст и перевод песни Gurinder Gill - Goat

Goat

Choti umar ton jehre rakhe aa ni paal
Door takk shonk jaane mitran de naal
Old ne weapon te old vichaar
Reejhan nal Rakhe aa Sambaal sohniye
Classy g drip nale whip de shokeen
Khule aa subah billo Khuli aa zameen
Na Neetan vich khot jatt de
Bharre pocketan ch note jatt de goriye
Nii yaar beli GOAT jatt de
Oo athre aa shaunk jatt de
Nii weapon aa load jatt de
Oo bolan vich roub jatt de goriye
Nii yaar beli GOAT jatt de
Oo athre aa shonk jatt de
Nii weapon aa load jatt de
Oo bola vich roub jatt de goriye
Cheeneya di jorhi nale ghoriyan ne chaar
Remington ruffal nal Khed de shikaar
Lagdi aa khuli fer bet sohniye
Cheej dil nu jo lage jhatt jit lainde yaar
Thaar dinda hiqan niile ford na farata
Alarhan kwariyan v Laindiyan ne jhaka
Patte nhio jane thore ziddi touch de
Akh lal tola nagni v chakde goriye
Oo yaar beli goat jatt de
Oo athre aa shonk jatt de
Oo weapon aa load jatt de
Oo bola vich roub jatt de goriye
Oo yaar beli goat jatt de
Oo athre aa shonk jatt de
Oo weapon aa load jatt de
Oo bola vich roub jatt de goriye
Dil de fakeer Shahi vajda gharana
East ton west bole sirnava
Mar-mar jeenda jehre ohna nu salah
Maan lo bahara nal kuj v ni jana
Paunde sidhe rahh lagde
Lahoriye de geet vjjde
Gauro na kanoon jaggde
Chrrde nu lok dhkkde goriye
Nii yaar beli GOAT jatt de
Oo athre aa shonk jatt de
Nii weapon aa load jatt de
Oo bola vich roub jatt de goriye
Nii yaar beli GOAT jatt de
Oo athre aa shonk jatt de
Nii weapon ae aa load jatt de
Oo bola vich roub jatt de goriye

Goat

From a young age, I've been keeping this pride
The love goes far with my friends
Old weapons and old thoughts
I keep this control with love, my dear
Classy drip with the whip, I'm a fan
The morning is open, the land is open
There's no deceit in the heart of a Jat
My pockets are full of notes, my love
My friend, the GOAT, the Jat
He has this passion, the Jat
He has this load, the Jat
He has this power in his words, my love
My friend, the GOAT, the Jat
He has this passion, the Jat
He has this load, the Jat
He has this power in his words, my love
With a Chinese rifle and four horses
Playing the game of hunting with a Remington rifle
The open betting seems good, my dear
Things that touch the heart, I win quickly, my friend
My Ford is fast, with a roar and a blue paint
The girls come with a touch and a flair
They don't know, I have a touch that's stubborn
My eyes are red, I'm fearless and bold, my love
My friend, the GOAT, the Jat
He has this passion, the Jat
He has this load, the Jat
He has this power in his words, my love
My friend, the GOAT, the Jat
He has this passion, the Jat
He has this load, the Jat
He has this power in his words, my love
The pauper of the heart, the kingly royal family
From east to west, his words are heard
He lives and dies, following their advice
Nothing else is known beyond the respect
He walks straight, looking sharp
The Lahori songs resonate
The law of the Gauro world, it's awake
The people of the Chrrde, they are pushing, my love
My friend, the GOAT, the Jat
He has this passion, the Jat
He has this load, the Jat
He has this power in his words, my love
My friend, the GOAT, the Jat
He has this passion, the Jat
He has this load, the Jat
He has this power in his words, my love