Текст и перевод песни Mallikarjun & Pooja - Pisthol Bava

Pisthol Bava

kanya raasi ro
kuralla kallu kotte oorvasi ro
sommu suru summugunnavallake preyasiro
paccha notu thecchi ni acche guddhi po sir ji
sir ji sir ji rechchipo sir ji
mirchi mirchi vachchindi mirchi
pisthol bava pisthol bava
sir ji sir ji salam sir ji
buggalni gilli gilli gulaami kar ji
kougitlo lolli lolli kar ji
sir ji ji ji ji
pistol bava pistol bava
gunshot laga shock icchi pova
sir ji sir ji pettuko arji
lilly poovanti soku befikarji
kougitlo lolli lolli kar ji
sir ji ji ji ji
pistol bava pistol bava
current shockai kottesi pova
(sir ji sir ji recchi po sir ji) x 2
ooo sir ji sir ji sir ji
poo bonini boni kotti pova
rani soku vani kattukora
missile anti pillagada, pista laga rara
thasa diya satta chupara
antha scenu niku ledhe bhaama
nee andham utta pranam leni bomma
ee mandhe kani matte soki rough aadinchara
nee kasavani kasarava dasadheyara
bathayasu pilladaana pattasanti pillaganni
chitti pitta nadume chupi pattayincha leve pori
pistol bava pistol bava
current shockai kottesi pova
sir ji rechchipo sir ji
sir ji rechchipo sir ji

Pistol Brother

Girl of the Kanya Rasi (Virgo),
your eyes are like striking stones, oh Urvasi,
you're the beloved of those who sip Soma juice,
flashing a new note, you wink slyly, Sir Ji,
Sir Ji, Sir Ji, show off, Sir Ji,
Mirchi, Mirchi, you're hot like a chili,
Pistol Brother, Pistol Brother,
Sir Ji, Sir Ji, Salaam, Sir Ji,
Tickle the bugs and enslave them,
Make them dance in the cage,
Sir Ji, Ji, Ji, Ji,
Pistol Brother, Pistol Brother,
Give them a shock like a gunshot,
Sir Ji, Sir Ji, file a petition,
Carefree like a lily flower,
Make them dance in the cage,
Sir Ji, Ji, Ji, Ji,
Pistol Brother, Pistol Brother,
Give them an electric shock,
(Sir Ji, Sir Ji, show off, Sir Ji) x 2
Oh Sir Ji, Sir Ji, Sir Ji,
Shower the flowers, shower them,
Become the queen's desire, tie her up,
Like a missile, you're a tough girl, rare like a pista,
You've created a stir, a buzz,
You have no idea what a scene you are,
Your beauty is a bomb without a fuse,
In this drunken state, you dance so wildly,
Your anger is like a sharp sword, ready to strike,
You teach a lesson to those mischievous boys, the ones with the address,
You quickly hide the letter that brought bad news, even from a close friend,
Pistol Brother, Pistol Brother,
Give them an electric shock,
Sir Ji, show off, Sir Ji,
Sir Ji, show off, Sir Ji,