Chulle Ang Na - Jagjit Singh перевод на английский

Chulle Ang Na

Chullhe agg na ghade de vichch panee
O chhadeya dee ju buree,
Oye rabba oye rabba
Rabba sadee vee bana de jindaganee Ve chhadeya dee ju buree
Lara lappa lara lappa layee rakhada
Addi tappa addi tappa layee rakhada
Kam kar karake jaddon vee ghar aaida
Mar mar phunkan chullhe vichch thak jaida Rotee painde kachchee gillee khanee – (2) Oye rabba oye rabba Rabba sadee vee bana de koyee ranee
Ke chhadeya dee jun buree – (2)
Chullhe lara lappa
(Dassiye kahanee kinve chhadeyan de dil dee Ke sanun tan ganwadanan ton agg vi na miladee) – (2)
Je chhade dee man mar jave, o kalla baitha sog manave Koyee jananee dardee ode ghar pittan vee na aave Dassiye kahanee kinve chhadeyan de dil dee Ke sanun tan ganwadanan ton agg vee na miladee Sade lad dee lava de kanji kanee, o chhadeyan dee jun buree Oye rabba oye rabba Rabba sadee vee bana de koyee ranee Lara lappa
Ikko ikk votee rabba chhadeyan nun mangada Sanun na kayal rabba gore kale rang da Ikko ikk ikko ikk ikko ikk ikko ikk ikko ikk Sareya vaste ikko Chahe nanvi hove chahe koyee puranee O chhadeyan dee jun buree
Rabba sadee vee bana de koyee ranee Lara lappa

Fire in the Stove

No fire in the stove, no water in the clay pot
Oh, these times are wicked,
Oh God, oh God
Oh God, bless me with a good life. These times are wicked
I bring home money in bits and pieces
I bring home extra money in bits and pieces
After toiling all day, I come home
Beat, fanning the stove until I'm exhausted I eat undercooked, soggy bread – (2) Oh God, oh God Bless me with a wife
For these times are wicked – (2)
I bring home money in bits and pieces
(Tell me, what is the story of these wicked women? For they have taken from me more than my body; they have denied me passion) – (2)
When these women's love dies, they sit alone in mourning No mother or father comes to their door to comfort them Tell me, what is the story of these wicked women? For they have taken from me more than my body; they have denied me passion My young son eats dry bread, oh these women are so wicked Oh God, oh God Bless me with a wife
I pray to God that these wicked women will cast just one vote Do not consider me, oh God, for my skin color I pray just one, just one, just one, just one, just one Just one for all Whether fair or dusky Oh these women are wicked
Oh God, bless me with a wife