Текст и перевод песни Sukhvinder Singh - Zindagi Ko Phone Toh Laga

Zindagi Ko Phone Toh Laga

Bin boye khet jiye kyun rakhe
Mutthi me rett jiye kyun rakhe
Hai mujhko usse zaroori koi kam
Poocho toh uska keya hai programe
Are zindegi ko phone toh laga
Uske liye ek peg bana
Dukh hai zaroor hai
Ek haasin shaam hai
Jaisi bhi hai zindegi
Tujhe mera salaam hai
Haar jeet zindegi
Khel si hai zindegi
Daarti hai yaar saali
Rail si hai zindegi
Pine ka wasool hai ke pina aur toon
Apna bhi usool hai ke jina hai toon
Daaru chahe koi ho bottle badi ho
Taste chahe jaisi ho label badi ho
Din toh baas pasina hai
Shaam hi ka jina hai
Ik khushi ko hold toh laga
Are yaar zindegi ko phone toh laga
Are Zindagi ko phone toh laga
Uske liye ek peg toh bana
Raaste na manzilein
Hum toh bas nikal pade
Badloon ke kaafile hai
Chal pade toh chal pade
Jiska dil sawar gaya
Woh fakir ban gaya
Dard jisne gaa liya
Woh kabir ban gaya
Zindagi chale toh chitrahar si chale
Yaar doston ke udhaar si chale
Sapne aasmaan ke jahaj ho gaye
Air India ke maharraj ho gaye
Jispe thoda pyar ho
Mausamein bahar ho
Un sabhi ko phone toh laga
Ae zara tu zindagi ko phone toh laga
Are zindagi ko phone toh laga
Uske liye ek peg toh bana

Zindagi Ko Phone Toh Laga

Why live without tilling the fields
Why live with empty hands
I have important work with her
Ask her her schedule
Call life up, man
Make a drink for her
There's sadness, of course
And a beautiful evening
Whatever life is
My respects to you
Defeat or victory, life
Life is like a game
It's a scheming friend
Life is like a train
The point of drinking is to get drunk and be merry
My mantra is to live in the present
Whether it's liquor or a big bottle
The taste or the size of the label
The day is just sweat
It's the evening that's worth living
Hold on to a moment of joy
Come on, man, call life up
Come on, call life up
Make a drink for her
No paths or destinations
We've just set off on our journey
The clouds are drifting by
If we start moving, we'll keep moving
Those whose hearts have been touched
Have become fakirs
Those who have sung pain
Have become Kabirs
If life has to go on, let it go on like Chitrahaar
Or like our friends' outstanding loans
Our dreams have become the planes in the sky
We've become Air India's maharajahs
For those I love a little
May the season be spring
Call them all up
Come on, give life a call
Come on, call life up
Make a drink for her