Текст и перевод песни Ru Bal - Kisaan

Kisaan

Sarkara rakhi jutti thale jaan aa
Asi keede nai kisaan aa
K bas galla che mahan aa
Asi keede nai kisaan aa

Asi keede nai kisaan aa
Asi keede nai kisaan aa
Sanu rollo sadka te
Kitho auna peena khaan aa
Asi keede nai kisaan aa

Na fasal di keemat mille
Na kharcha kde v hunda ya seemat
Kina virodh kre k road
Te sara hi katt de jeewan
Je mousam ne sath na ditta ya
Fasla utte je lgys deemak
Fer mooh cho jhagg nikaldi
Ya nikalda gale cho ribbon
Desh che bhukh maari kini
Anndata mare ann ugake v
Saal che lakh lakh marre
Koi ni marda gun chla k bai
Sanu na kuj v dinde eh
Fasla vech k dhan kamma k v
Newza che aa ni paaye asi
Policiyan kola lathiyan khaa k v
Desh de chaato tham tutte
Mann ki baat ne kineyan de dil lutte
Hun desh azaad che azaadi rehni nai
Kro ya maro sabra de bann tutte
M likhan li baitha nai
Eh sach hakk di aayi awaaz
K singra piche kyo ladde jwaak
Te baapu ladd da hakka piche
Eh chaar de galla na hunda koi bhala na
Taiyo ta rakhde piche
Mera baapu daada jo khoon paseene
Na ralke zameena siche
Je vigde zamindar fer
Akh band savidhaan na dikhe

Asi keede nai kisaan aa

Farmer

Government-issued shoes are killing us, dear
We are not insects, we are farmers
Only wheat is great, my love
We are not insects, we are farmers

We are not insects, we are farmers
We are not insects, we are farmers
We are left on the streets, darling
Where do we get food and drink from?
We are not insects, we are farmers

Neither do we get the right price for our crops
Nor are expenses ever limited, sweetheart
However much we protest on the roads
Our whole life is cut short
If the weather doesn't cooperate, my dear
Or if termites infest the crops
Then foam comes out of our mouths
Or a noose comes out from our necks
So many in the country are starving, darling
The food provider dies even after growing food
Hundreds of thousands die every year, my love
No one cares, not even by firing a gun
They don't give us anything
Even after selling the crops and earning money
We don't even make it to the news
Even after being beaten by the police
The roofs of the country are broken
"Mann Ki Baat" has looted the hearts of many
Now the country is independent but freedom doesn't remain
Do or die, the limits of patience are broken
I'm not just writing, my love
This is the true voice of rights
Why do children fight for beauty, sweetheart
And the father fights for his rights
There is no good in these four walls
That's why they are left behind
My father and grandfather's blood and sweat
Watered the lands together
If the farmers are ruined, darling
The constitution is not visible with closed eyes

We are not insects, we are farmers