Ru Bal - Never Die - перевод текста песни на английский

Текст и перевод песни Ru Bal - Never Die




Never Die
Never Die
Mai meriya hi bandisha
My dear, I'm trapped in these shackles
Che faseya paya
I'm lost and I can't find a way out
Menu na mile koi raah
I don't see any path
Lgge haini ga samma
It feels like it's always been this way
Rabba rabba tera banda dass
Oh God, your servant asks
Kaato dareya
Why is this happening?
Musibata nu dekh naiyo
I haven't seen the troubles
Kade piche mudeya
I've never turned back
Lokki dinde menu hath
People offer me their hands
Par oh hundi chhuriyan
But they're just knives
Lokki kende dena sath
People say they'll stand by me
Dil naiyo judeya
But their hearts aren't connected
Menu kesa tu banaya
How did you make me this way?
Har kise utte hunda vishwas
I have faith in everyone
Har kise nal chalne da kra pareyas
I have to walk with everyone
Menu pata hundi maadi
I know it's my fault
Par ho hi jandi aas
But I still hold hope
Menu haini bahli kahli
I've been told so much
Pr na hunda bardash
But I can't take it anymore
Kade
Sometimes
Kade kade
Sometimes
Mera hunda bura haal
I'm in a terrible state
Par sada sada hi mai
But I always keep moving forward
Kalla chala chal
On my own
Kade
Sometimes
Kade kade
Sometimes
Sab fail jeha lagge
It all feels like a failure
Kade
Sometimes
Kade kade sab khel jeha lagge
Sometimes it all feels like a game
Te mai te mai te mai khel che nai
But I'm not playing any games
Kyoki kyoki mai chal bhed che nai
Because I'm not a cheater
Akhar katta sitta blade te nai
I don't use any tricks or weapons
Mantra maara padha braman te nai
I don't need any mantras or blessings
Eh kalli naiyo rozi roti ehe mera
This is just my life, my daily grind
Dharam ehnu asi vechde nai
This is my religion, I don't sell it
Pagalpan jo harek che nai
It's not some kind of madness
Appa ditta dil khol k
My heart is open, given by God
Hissa mileya plate che nai
I don't need anything on a plate
Manda piche mudd dekhde nai
I don't look back
Agge chale jive break hi nai
I keep moving forward, no brakes
Aapa tappe par flame te nai
I don't need flames or fire
Aapa khape taiyo same te nai
I don't need your time
Banda wadde binna chase de nai
I don't need your approval
Kamm sadda onda prem te nai
My work is fueled by my love
Taiyo sukk jande phul gulabi range
The pink flowers wither
Jede bukklan che si te ohi satho sange
The ones who were with me are gone
Asi sharma che si te jitt ge jo nange
We were shy, but we won by being naked
Kite karma na hi ta beda paar lange
No karma, no crossing the river
Dil azaadi mange
My heart wants freedom
Mera dil azaadi mange
My heart wants freedom
Sharma to
From my shyness
Mere bharma to
From my shyness
Mann azaadi mange
My mind wants freedom
Mera mann azaadi mange
My mind wants freedom
Bharma to
From my shyness
Meri sharma to
From my shyness
Aah meri sharma to
From my shyness
Ki dssa kinna dil vich mere dard pya
Oh, how much pain is in my heart
Kise nashe nal mukk da hi na
No drug can numb it
Mai lukava metho lukk da hi na
I can't hide it anymore
Haasa ta baganeya che mukkda gya
My laughter is gone
Ona di mai payi ni kadar
I didn't appreciate those
Jede menu mande naffa
Who gave me nothing
Te jede menu dinde nukksan
And those who caused me harm
Ona piche pajjda reha
I followed them
Sikha likha
I learned, I was taught
Jithe digge kade naiyo maari aapa chikha
I never faltered, I never cried out
Mai utha late
I got up again
Mundeya to piche race che
Everyone's racing behind me
Ghode banne sab
They've all become horses
Meri lagam khichan wala na koi
No one can hold me back
Mai aadd
I'm strong
Menu chahida dang
I need power
Menu chahidi kala
I need skill
Menu chahida paisa
I need money
Naiyo chahida maila
I don't need anything dirty
Kise de pairi paija
I don't need to follow anyone
Ena haini ga kahla
That's what they say
Mere shehar che
This is my city
Mai hi ta laike aaya taal aa
I brought the rhythm
Holi holi kra kamm changa kra
Slowly, I'm doing good work
Muhh te bola sab na mai sanga kra
I don't tell everyone what's on my mind
Bureya che bure saaf ganga tarha
Bad people are bad, clean like the Ganges
Hath che kalam fadd janga kra
My hands are pens, tearing up the battlefield
Hunde chaar tara de bande
There are four types of people
Pehle shonk na chalde change
The first ones follow their desires
Duje pyaar che jande ne range
The second ones follow love
Baki laalach te dande de dange
The rest follow greed and violence
Dil azaadi mange
My heart wants freedom
Mera dil azaadi mange
My heart wants freedom
Sharma to
From my shyness
Mere bharma to
From my shyness
Mann azaadi mange
My mind wants freedom
Mera mann azaadi mange
My mind wants freedom
Bharma to
From my shyness
Aah meri sharma to
From my shyness
Aah meri sharma to
From my shyness





Авторы: Rubal Singh Thind


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