Yaar Mere (Lo-Fi) - Parmish Verma перевод на английский

Yaar Mere (Lo-Fi)

Khad'de ne rauleyan 'ch naal mere (yeah, yeah)
Main keha naal mere, main keha naal mere (it's about time)
Vairiyan layi bande ne kaal jehde (it's Btizm)
Main keha yaar mere (this is what you wanted)
Main keha yaar mere (brrah!)

Ho, kaale rang di aa gaddi, vich ne sawaar jehde
Bolan nahi dinde, ghatt puchhde sawaal jehde
Paani na fe' mange, maar dinde aisi maar jehde
Tere layi ne bane kaal, mere layi ne yaar mere

Gaddi naale vairi, dohein chhad'de aan dhuaan, billo
Painda jitthe hath otthey kambdiyan roohan, billo
Haaran waale main dene warke hi paad
Hikk chaudi karke vi jitt ture naal-naal mere

Khad'de ne rauleyan 'ch naal mere
Main keha naal mere, main keha naal mere
Vairiyan layi bande ne kaal jehde
Main keha yaar mere, main keha yaar mere

Siddhi gall munh utte, karde na wall ke
Yaariyan pugaun munde hikkan utte chal ke
Hood di pasand, bande chhad'de na dhill
Yaaran da daula, vairi di akh kude, same time phadke

Aye, dalle jehde vi aaye, yaaran ne change tapaaye
Khichchi lakeer, bhaunki jaandi kateed, hava 'ch udd'da laindi aa teer
Takk saanu jaani na kakh, drip vi rakhde wakh
Akkhan de utte Christian Dior, Louis de kick te khaande pure
(Signal 5, requesting backup)

Raftaar (Ra!)
All of my bros (yeh mere yaar)
Saare ne bhai, we gang-gang
Aayi na close (poore taiyaar)
Haathon mein loha, we bang-bang

Aslon se masle sambhaale, maslon se apne nikaale
Yaari nibhaai hai, kaiyon ki nasle hi rok di
Yaaron ne killiyan thok di, khulli tabaahi hain (yeh mere bhai hain)

Har raat kalesh, Ferrari mein court mein pesh, khulla aadesh
Jo bhaaiyon se uljhe woh chhod ke bhaagenge desh
Yaari hai kya? Raaja na koi faqeer, saath mein chale mundeer
Yaari hai kya? Loyalty waala zameer, yaari hai patthar lakeer

Street code munde, billo, karde swing nahi
Pargat ho jaaiye, karde na ring ni
Dinde nahiyo kalla, billo, story'an 'ch saath
Mugshot'an 'ch vi khade kude, ohi aan ni chaar

Jehde khad'de ne rauleyan 'ch naal mere
Main keha naal mere, main keha naal mere
Vairiyan layi bande ne kaal jehde
Main keha yaar mere, main keha yaar mere

Unknown caller'an te known Mustang ni
Phone taan smooth, vairi kar daiye hang ni
Mudh ton aan desi, accent vi aan chakke
Challe Lambo vich poora islander slang ni

JDM car'an vich, jaan shookdiyan daaraan
Lagdai R-girl da geda paiju kise begaane bhaara
Sydney West de vich aa hood, te kahinde hood vajje no good
Mount Druitt 'ch lagge dere, vie hate jitthe maare gede

My blick, my fam, my goons, my clan
My thugs, my blood, my dogs, my gang
My blick, my fam, my goons, my clan
My thugs, my blood, my dogs, my gang

(Khad'de ne rauleyan 'ch naal mere)
(Main keha naal mere, main keha naal mere)

It's Btizm

My Crew (Lo-Fi)

Standing tall in the chaos with my crew (yeah, yeah)
I said with my crew, I said with my crew (it's about time)
For my enemies, these guys are a nightmare (it's Btizm)
I said my crew (this is what you wanted)
I said my crew (brrah!)

Yo, a black car, filled with those who ride with me
They don't talk much, but ask tough questions, girl
They don't ask for water, they just beat 'em down, girl
They're a nightmare for you, they're my crew for me

Faster than cars, my enemies leave a trail of smoke, girl
Wherever my hand reaches, enemies tremble and weep, girl
I'll give the losers a chance to step up
Even with a spread hand, they still run with my crew

Standing tall in the chaos with my crew
I said with my crew, I said with my crew
For my enemies, these guys are a nightmare
I said my crew, I said my crew

Straight talk, no hiding behind walls, girl
I'll show you my friendships, walking on embers, girl
The hood's choice, never slowing down
The power of my friends, the enemy's eyes wide, splitting at the same time

Hey, whoever came, my crew tested their mettle
The line is drawn, the barking dog flees, the arrow flies through the air
Don't underestimate us, girl, we keep it fresh
Christian Dior on our eyes, Louis Vuitton kicks on our feet
(Signal 5, requesting backup)

Speed (Ra!)
All of my bros (yeah, my crew)
All my brothers, we gang-gang
Don't come close (fully prepared)
Iron in our hands, we bang-bang

We handle problems with strength, and extract ourselves from trouble
We've maintained our loyalty, stopped many in their tracks
My friends have taken down many, pure destruction (yeah, these are my brothers)

Every night is a fight, in court in a Ferrari, open order
Those who mess with my brothers will flee the country
What is brotherhood? No king, no beggar, we walk together to the temple
What is brotherhood? A loyal conscience, brotherhood is a line drawn in stone

Street code, girl, we don't swing
Be ready, we don't play games
We don't leave each other alone, girl, always together in stories
Even in mugshots, we stand together, the same four

Those who stand tall in the chaos with me
I said with me, I said with me
For my enemies, these guys are a nightmare
I said my crew, I said my crew

Unknown callers on a known Mustang
The phone is smooth, make the enemy hang up
From the roots, we're desi, even the accent is sharp
Cruising in a Lambo, full islander slang

In JDM cars, the lives of enemies tremble
Looks like an R-girl's walk, paying attention to any stranger
This is the hood in Sydney West, and they say the hood's no good
Houses line up in Mount Druitt, we hate where the bullets fly

My blick, my fam, my goons, my clan
My thugs, my blood, my dogs, my gang
My blick, my fam, my goons, my clan
My thugs, my blood, my dogs, my gang

(Standing tall in the chaos with my crew)
(I said with my crew, I said with my crew)

It's Btizm