Текст и перевод песни Mc Altaf - Jeetna Hai

Jeetna Hai

Na rukti ye kalam sahara hai in shabdo ka
Na jhukti ye nazar mein malik hoon mere
Karmo ka insaniyat kahan paisa hai zariya jeeneka
Mehnat chupa fal woh rishta khoon pasineka
Taklife mein mere piche aur hiphop bana farishta Likhta tha khaniya
Aur khudko usmein dhoondta Kossu apne aap ko per dheet thi ye aatma
Chamak dhamak toh durr ki tu karta sach ka
Khatma Majbur hai dorr jispe chalri meri yaatra
Paisa hoon barso ka main toh gayan ki uss pyass
Ka Samaye ka karta picha piche khiche mera apna
Tu aaj bhi besahara sabak deta tujhko karma
Har ek karya ka anth thik per mann mein rehti
Shanka Ladkhadata chalta aaj kya hoga mere kal ka
Aaise meri zindagi aur mein shaair sir firasa
Phela padao zindagi ka main paar kar chuka tha Zimedariyo ka bojh
Mere sir pe bas gaya tha hosla de
Raha tha woh jisne sikhaya kaise chalna
Aur aaya ek din aaisa harke bhul gaya
Main ladna jab khuli meri aankhe toh tha
Ye sirf ek sapna
Phir jaagta main kahan khoya apne aap ko
Na janta main.
Logo ne bola bohot kuch phir betha shant main chikta
Ye dill mera bole mujhe ki ye
Ladai teri khudse tujhe jeetna hai
Gire chahe kitni bar tujhe utna
Ladai teri khudse tujhe jeetna hai Gire chahe kitni bar tujhe utna
(2nd verse)
Ab na darr mujhe har ka zindagi ki mar ka
Kamayab nhi tha qki khudpe na vishwas tha
Apne piche khiche toh paraya phir kis kaam ka
Iss duniya ki daud mein dhoondu matlab apne naam ka Jeetna cahu jung
Per main dushman apne aap ka Dekhna
Paya sach per samaye ka intazar tha
Nashe mein thi nakami toh kalam mein
Intazaam tha
Likhi mehnat lakiro mein sahara tha kitab ka
Kya matlab ka woh kaam tha jismein meri
Na khushi
Sala dete duniya daari ki jo ladti khud khudh
Khushi hai Fukat ka gayan dene wale kamm nhi hai
Bhalti raha mein nhi meri trip hee ajeeb hai
Fearfless mere bars aur flow bhi satik hai
Alfass tez dhar har var ab sahi hai
Yahi hai mera rasta aaise zindagi jeeta main
Lachar ko sahara dena hiphop se hee sikha mene

Ladai teri khudse tujhe jeetna hai Gire chahe kitni bar tujhe utna
Ladai teri khudse tujhe jeetna hai Gire chahe kitni bar tujhe utna hai
Ladai teri khudse tujhe jeetna hai Gire chahe kitni bar tujhe utna
Ladai teri khudse tujhe jeetna hai
Gire chahe kitni bar tujhe utna

You Have to Win

This pen never stops, it's the support of these words,
These eyes never bow down, I am the master of my actions.
Where is humanity? Money is the means to live,
Hard work is the hidden fruit, a relationship of blood and sweat.
In my hardships, hip-hop became my angel, I used to write stories,
And find myself within them, I used to curse myself, but my soul was stubborn.
Forget the glitz and glam, you end the truth,
I am forced to walk the path my journey takes.
I am the thirst for knowledge, aged for years,
Time chases me, my own shadow follows.
You are still helpless today, karma teaches you a lesson,
Every action has a proper ending, but doubt remains in the mind.
The young man fights on, wondering what my tomorrow holds,
Such is my life, and I, a poet, with just intuition.
I had crossed the first stage of life, the burden of responsibilities,
Had settled upon my head, giving me courage,
Was the one who taught me how to walk.
And then came a day, when I lost and forgot,
How to fight, when I opened my eyes, it was,
Just a dream.
Then I woke up, lost, not knowing myself,
I didn't know.
People said a lot, then I sat quietly, my heart screaming,
Telling me that this,
Is your fight with yourself, you have to win,
No matter how many times you fall, you have to get up,
This fight is with yourself, you have to win, No matter how many times you fall, you have to get up.
(2nd verse)
Now I have no fear of defeat, of life's death,
I wasn't successful because I didn't have faith in myself,
If your own pull you back, then what's the use of others?
In this world's race, I seek the meaning of my name, I want to win the war,
But I am my own enemy, Look,
I found the truth, but I was waiting for the right time,
Failure was intoxicating, and my pen,
Held the solution.
Hard work written in lines, the support of the book,
What was the point of that work which held no,
Happiness for me?
I salute the worldly wisdom that fights within itself,
Happiness is just an illusion, those who give free advice are not less,
I kept wandering, not me, my trip is strange,
My bars are fearless, and my flow is accurate,
Sharp words, every blow is now right,
This is my path, this is how I live my life,
To help the helpless, that's what hip-hop taught me.

This fight is with yourself, you have to win, No matter how many times you fall, you have to get up,
This fight is with yourself, you have to win, No matter how many times you fall, you have to get up,
This fight is with yourself, you have to win, No matter how many times you fall, you have to get up,
This fight is with yourself, you have to win,
No matter how many times you fall, you have to get up.