Текст песни и перевод на английский Pritam feat. Arijit Singh & Amitabh Bhattacharya - Kesariya

Kesariya

Mujhko
Itna bataaye koi
Kaise tujhse
Dil naa lagaaye koi

Rabba ne tujhko banaane mein
Kar di hain husn ki khaali tijoriyaan
Kajal ki siyaahi se likhi
Hain toone jaane
Kitnon ki love storiyaan

Kesariya tera ishq hai piya
Rang jaaun jo main haath lagaaun
Din beete saara teri fiqr mein
Rain saari teri khair manaaun

Kesariya tera ishq hai piya
Rang jaaun jo main haath lagaaun
Din beete saara teri fiqr mein
Rain saari teri khair manaaun

Patjhad ke mausam mein bhi
Rangi chanaaron jaisi
Jhanke sannaton mein tu
Veena ke taaron jaisi

Sadiyon se bhi lambi ye
Mann ki amawasein hain
Aur tu phuljhadiyon waale tyohaaron jaisi

Chanda bhi deewana hai tera
Jalti hai tujhse saari chakoriyaan
Kajal ki siyaahi se likhi
Hain toone jaane
Kitnon ki love storiyaan
Love storiyaan

Kesariya tera ishq hai piya
Rang jaaun jo main haath lagaaun
Din beete saara teri fiqr mein
Rain saari teri khair manaaun

Kesariya tera ishq hai piya
Rang jaaun jo main haath lagaaun
Din beete saara teri fiqr mein
Rain saari teri khair manaaun

Kesariya tera ishq hai piya
Ishq hai piya
Kesariya tera ishq hai piya
Ishq hai piya
Piya ishq hai piya
Ishq hai piya
Kesariya
Tera
Ishq hai piya
Rang jaaun jo main
Haath lagaaun
Ishq hai piya
Ishq hai piya
Ishq hai piya
Ishq hai piya
Ishq hai piya
Ishq hai piya

Saffron

Tell me,
someone, how is it
that no one can
keep from falling for you?

When God made you,
he emptied the treasuries of beauty.
With the kohl of your eyes,
you've written,
who knows how many love stories.

Saffron-hued is your love, my beloved,
I'd be colored if I touched you.
My days are spent in thought of you,
My nights are spent praying for your well-being.

Saffron-hued is your love, my beloved,
I'd be colored if I touched you.
My days are spent in thought of you,
My nights are spent praying for your well-being.

Even in autumn,
you glow like colorful maple leaves.
In the quiet moments, you resonate
like the strings of a veena.

Longer than centuries
are these dark nights of my soul,
and you're like a festival of fireworks.

Even the moon is crazy for you,
all the celestial nymphs are jealous of you.
With the kohl of your eyes,
you've written,
who knows how many love stories.
Love stories.

Saffron-hued is your love, my beloved,
I'd be colored if I touched you.
My days are spent in thought of you,
My nights are spent praying for your well-being.

Saffron-hued is your love, my beloved,
I'd be colored if I touched you.
My days are spent in thought of you,
My nights are spent praying for your well-being.

Saffron-hued is your love, my beloved,
Is love, my beloved,
Saffron-hued is your love, my beloved,
Is love, my beloved,
Beloved, is love, my beloved,
Is love, my beloved,
Saffron-hued
Your
Love is, beloved,
I'd be colored if I
Touched you
Is love, my beloved,
Is love, my beloved,
Is love, my beloved,
Is love, my beloved,
Is love, my beloved,
Is love, my beloved,