Текст и перевод песни Mankirt Aulakh - Putt Pardesiya

Putt Pardesiya

Sat saal ho gaye tenu shad ke gaye nu Ve putt roke rawaake gal lagke
Gaye nu sat saal ho gaye tenu shad ke
Gaye nu Roke rawaake gal lagke gaye nu,
Gal sach aa ke tere bin maa teri da
Ve dil naiyo lagda
Putt pardesiya ve ayin na Punjab
Aithe nasheyan da harh wagda
Putt pardesiya ve ayin na Punjab
Aithe nasheyan da harh wagda
Nalde ve pind chairman-an da si munda Jeda pishle mahine pura ho gaya,
Aap tur gaya kehnde maa da dulara Budhe baap nu oh dukhan ch dabo gaya
Aap tur gaya kehnde maa da dulara Budhe baap nu oh dukhan ch dabo gaya
Akhaan murre nai putt vasda te haiga Ehvi shukrana os rab da,
Putt pardesiya ve aayin na Punjab Aithey nasheya da harh vagda
Putt pardesiya ve aayin na Punjab Aithey nasheya da harh vagda
Teri nikki bhain akhbaran diyan khabran Ve puttra sunaaundi jadon
Padke Nasheya di bali aithe chad raye ne Maa de putt hoka jeha baith
Jandi bharke Nasheya di bali aithe chad
Raye ne Maa de putt hoka jeha baith jandi bharke
Dekh ke halaat aithe aun to main rokan par dil tenu andron ve sadd da
Putt pardesiya ve ayin na Punjab Aithe nasheyan da harh wagda
Putt pardesiya ve ayin na Punjab Aithe nasheyan da harh wagda
Dilo dhandwad kara mulk begane Ve jine tenu god ch bithaya ae Dita
Ruzgar tainu Matt sherowaleya ve Nale tainu jine tenu god ch bithaya
Ae Dita ruzgar tainu marr
Sherowaleya ve Nale tainu nashe to bachaya ae
Shak naiyo koi des apne ve sohna Mada madeya loka de pero wajda
Putt pardesiya ve aayin na Punjab Aithey nasheya da harh vagda
Putt pardesiya ve aayin na Punjab Aithey nasheya da harh vagda
Putt pardesiya ve aayin na Punjab Aithey nasheya da harh vagda

Son of the foreign land

It's been seven years since you went abroad, Oh son, stop crying and talk to us
It's been seven years since you went abroad
Stop crying and talk to us, it's been years
It's the truth that without you, your mother's
Heart doesn't feel like it's beating anymore
Oh son of the foreign land, don't come to Punjab
There's nothing but drugs here now
Oh son of the foreign land, don't come to Punjab
There's nothing but drugs here now
In our village, the son of the chairman, just last month became twenty-one
He's dead now, they say, the darling of his mother, leaving his old father in misery
He's dead now, they say, the darling of his mother, leaving his old father in misery
I can't see anymore, son, you must be settled there, That's the only blessing from God
Oh son of the foreign land, don't come to Punjab There's nothing but misery here now
Oh son of the foreign land, don't come to Punjab There's nothing but misery here now
Your little sister reads the news in the papers, Oh son and tells me
That so many lives have been lost to drugs here,Sons are dying like flies
So many lives have been lost to drugs here
Sons are dying like flies
Seeing those conditions, it makes me cry, but I tell my heart to be brave for you
Oh son of the foreign land, don't come to Punjab There's nothing but misery here now
Oh son of the foreign land, don't come to Punjab There's nothing but misery here now
You're working hard in a foreign land, Oh, the one I used to hold in my arms
God gave you a job, Oh, the one I used to hold in my arms
God gave you a job, Oh, the one I used to hold in my arms
And he saved you from drugs
There's no doubt that your own country is beautiful, But stay away from those people who are addicted to drugs
Oh son of the foreign land, don't come to Punjab There's nothing but misery here now
Oh son of the foreign land, don't come to Punjab There's nothing but misery here now
Oh son of the foreign land, don't come to Punjab There's nothing but misery here now