Текст и перевод песни Maya - Haraam

Haraam

Duniya ke nizaam mein
Thode achche kaam mein
Maza jeene ka aata hai
Mere shehar ki shaam mein
Salaam de achchi soch ko
Jo badnaam hai viraam hai
Mujhe mila yeh inaam hai
Gumnaam hai
Likha jo bhi sacha yeh paigaam hai
Tera kaam ab neelaam hai
Macha dil mein kohraam hai
Jhootha tera mukaam hai
Tabhi to tu nakaam hai
Iss khel ka kadwa jaam hai
Hona jo qatl-e-aam hai
Haraam hai
Woh soch sareaam
Mera kaam, mera naam
Yeh awaam, chakka jaam
Dil ko thaam dele dhyan
Tu insaan, na bhagwan, na shaitan
Hai kisaan jo mahaan
Hai aasaan lele gyan
Meri maan sab samaan
Le challan kar bhugtaan
Jhoothi shaan ki thakaan
Saavdhan Hindustan
Ummeed roshandan
Sabka ek he anjaam
Hona hai Ram naam
To hona kyun pareshan hai bekar mein
Dilon ke bazaar mein
Zindagi rukegi na chadhav mein, utaar mein
Kataar mein katora leke khade intezaar mein
Afsos kis baat ka murdon k shikaar mein
Akhbaar mein subah subah machi khalbali
Ab baat meri chali
Meri baat hai niraali
Har raat hai Diwali
Abhi kahaan beta teri bala tali
Hip hop ki hawa thi
Ab tufaan aayega har gali
Tufaan aayega
Dil, dil mera aflatoon
Kadwa zubaan ka
Aankhon par sil gaye parde jo
Utarna main janta
Na maanta riwazon mein main mahaanta
Kaanton ki raahon par kya daudna aasaan tha
Ek time tha jab desh ke
Jawano mein naam tha
Koyi Bhagat
Koyi Aazad
Koi Ashfaqulla Khan tha
Na Hindu Musalmaan tha
Mazhab nahi mukaam tha
Kya achcha samay wohi tha
Jab desh yeh ghulaam tha
Saavdhan Hindustan

Haraam

In the world of law and order
Some people do good
It's fun to live
Especially in my city
Say hello to a good attitude
That's become unpopular
This is my reward
Anonymity
Whatever message I wrote is true
Your work is now for sale
There is chaos in my heart
Your job is fake
That's why you're a failure
This game is a bitter cup
There will be genocide
It's forbidden
That shameless thinking
My work, my name
These people, a traffic jam
Hold your heart and pay attention
You are a human, not a god or a devil
The farmer is great
It's easy to gain knowledge
My mother treats everyone the same
Come and pay the price
False pride is tiring
Be careful, India
Hope is shining
Everyone has the same fate
Remember the name of Ram
So why are you worried for nothing
In the market of hearts
Life will not stop in upswing, will not fall
In the queue, holding a bowl, waiting
What's the point of chasing the dead
In the newspaper this morning, there was a commotion
Now it's my turn to speak
I speak differently
Every night is Diwali
Where is your strength now
There was the wind of hip hop
Now there will be a storm everywhere
There will be a storm
My heart, my heart is a philosopher
Harsh on the tongue
If a curtain has fallen over my eyes
I know how to lift it
I don't believe in the greatness of customs
It was easy to run on the thorny path
There was a time in the country
My youth were famous
Some Bhagat
Some Azad
Some Ashfaqulla Khan
They were neither Hindu nor Muslim
Religion was not their destination
Those days were good
When this country was enslaved
Be careful, India