Текст и перевод песни Sippy Gill - Respect

Respect

Deep Jandu
Sippy Gill

Oye aivein badkan ni maari diyan
Koyi reejh laake engine karju
Khasman teer baahle udde phirde aa
Aivein kasoote thaan barju

Oye banda tilkeyan taan bach janda
Saali jeebh tilki na
Hadd bohat tadwaudi aa
Eh taan waqt decide karu
Ginnti sheran ya bheduan ch aaundi aa

Ho leeran te lifafeyan de jhund phirde
Sher keh ke den khud ni tasalliyan
Saari saari raat pind saun ni dinde
Chamgadad'an di daar udde paake talliyan

Ho gaddiyan ki chappalan vi chhad bhajjde
Jadon vaily bande muchha utte hath rakhde

Poochh laddan vich hundi aa pithal sheran di
Jehde khud nu Laden da jawai dass de
Poochh laddan vich hundi aa pithal sheran di
Jehde khud nu Laden da jawai dass de

Ho group'an vich ghumman di aadat ni
Maut mujre kar karke sadda parchaar kardi aa
Matha laun wale maidan labhde aa
Te giddaran di toli pith vaar kardi aa

Ho gandak pataas gudti ch chatteya
Hathan chon barood di smell maardi
Repeater'an te mauser'an ch langhi zindagi
Goli LG di saana di vi hikk paad'di

Ho 90 de dahake roz hundi si Diwali
Goli chaldi si gall hundi aar paar di

Ho maan na kara main gall pakki mitheya
Putt goo khaani kutti ni shikaar maardi
Maan na kara main gall pakki mitheya
Putt goo khaani kutti ni shikaar maardi

Ho kinna nu ginauna putt naam ginna de
Jinna ne najayaj GDS rakhe ae
Ho chhedi da ni hunda saad atte naag nu
Assi sikhar duperhan vich kayi dange ae

Ungal beghani marwa jaandi ae
Maut bina dasse phera paa jaandi ae
Ho niggar bande di chup maahdi hundi ae
Khaand bina dasse karwa jaandi ae

Ho saddeyan radar'an nalo uchchi teri maar na
Fame chhad jaan waleya de vichon yaar na
Haan kalle bhawein ghummde aan
Yaara de aa touch ch
Cheema showoff karda ni tuchcheyan di daar naal

Ho yaar mere chalde faraar saalan ton
Parche sheran te murder'an de bolde
Ho jinna tera weight putt sach sunn lai
Jatt haadi sauni inna k taan khol tolde

Ho dabbkan parautheyan te hona challda
Oye samajh ni aaundi taithon kinne darna

Ho yaar mere kanda kaddne nu kaahle ne
Putt main ni chaunda hunn billi paap karna
Ho yaar mere kahnde kanda kadd dinne aa
Putt main ni chaunda hunn billi paap karna

Oye gall ohni k kar daan
Jinna pattan ch zor aan
Main apne sir te bhukk daan
Mitheya tu taan kal da shor aan
Ho tussi kabraan ch rakhde oh
Sadde taan khulle chhadde ae
Tussi kartoos mang ke chalaune aa malango
Putt assi tokre gadde aa
Aa dudh wale danda wali main main na
Har gall da solution ni hundi
Putt vailpuna blood ch hunda
Ehdi koyi tuition ni hundi

Aa gaya ni billo tera rauli wala yaar.

Respect

Deep Jandu
Sippy Gill

Hey, I don't just fire shots for show,
Someone bring a reason to rev up the engine.
Worthless arrows fly around aimlessly,
I'll bury them like useless pebbles.

Hey, a man can escape bullets,
But damn, not a sharp tongue.
The limit has been pushed too far,
Time will decide the outcome.
My count is among lions, not sheep.

Groups of envelopes and bribes roam around,
Calling themselves lions but lacking self-assurance.
They can't even face the village all night,
Drunkards staggering with fear of consequences.

They even abandon their cars and slippers,
When real men lay their hands on their moustaches.

Ask the boys, there's brass in the heart of a lion,
Those who claim to be Laden's son-in-law.
Ask the boys, there's brass in the heart of a lion,
Those who claim to be Laden's son-in-law.

I'm not one for roaming in groups,
Death dances and preaches my message.
Those who bow down find their place,
And the pack of jackals stabs in the back.

Gunpowder explodes in the crackling fire,
The smell of explosives lingers on my hands.
A life spent amidst repeaters and Mausers,
Even the bullet from an LG hiccups in fear.

The 90s roared with daily Diwali,
Bullets flew, piercing through and through.

Don't underestimate me, I'm telling you the truth,
The son of a dung-eating bitch doesn't hunt.
Don't underestimate me, I'm telling you the truth,
The son of a dung-eating bitch doesn't hunt.

How many to count, son, let me list the names,
Those who kept illegitimate GDS.
A mongoose can't be compared to a snake,
We've fought countless battles under the scorching sun.

Fingers get chopped off for pointing at others,
Death arrives without warning.
A real man's silence speaks volumes,
Ruin comes without a knock.

Your reach isn't higher than my radars,
There's no friend among those who chase fame.
Yes, I may walk alone,
But I'm in touch with my friends.
Cheema, don't show off with a flock of insignificant birds.

My friends have been on the run for years,
Their records speak of lions and murders.
If you can handle the truth, son, listen,
This Jatt weighs more than your entire lineage.

Life goes on with packed lunches and struggles,
It's hard to understand who to fear.

My friends are eager to settle scores,
But I don't want to burden my soul with sin.
My friends say let's end this,
But I don't want to burden my soul with sin.

Only those with strength can speak,
Those who have power in their words.
I carry my burden on my head,
Mitheya, you're just yesterday's noise.
You keep things hidden in graves,
Ours are out in the open.
You beggars fire shots with borrowed cartridges,
Son, we've got crates full.
Don't act all innocent,
Not everything has a solution.
Bravery runs in the blood,
There's no tuition for that.

Your friend from Rauli has arrived, Billo.