Текст и перевод песни Surjit Bhullar & Sudesh Kumari - Kasoor

Kasoor

Ghasi jehdi jean shirt parani ae
Jutti meri tutti dass di kahaani ae.Tenu vekh vekh hassa jehda charhda
Jadon bus ch main per rakh da
Tera na kasoor allarhe
Putt main gareeb jatt da
Tera na kasoor allarhe
Ni main putt haan gareeb jatt da
Paiyo naal yaari putt di
Hor yaar vi koi khas nahi
Chota nashe aan ne fandeya
Ohdi bachne di aas nahi.Meri bebe nu fikar usda
Naale baaleyan di chondi shath da
Tera na kasoor allade
Putt main gareeb jatt da
Tera na kasoor allade
Ni main putt haan gareeb jatt da
Aa jo haath ch kitabaan fadiyan
Mainu ehna kolo aas hai badi
Sochh kadde kadde aave chandri
Guddi saddi vi taan hovegi chaddi.Rule khuleyan di sunn da ae jo
Khaure rabb vi o kithe vasda
Tera na kasoor allarde
Putt main gareeb jatt da
Tera na kasoor allarde
Ni main putt haan gareeb jatt da
Bittu Cheemeya oy jatta bole ki
Kujh aisi aan ne thudaan tangiyaan
Jivve lavan utte jandi naar ne
Hon wanga vi udhar mangiyan
Jivve phereyan te jandi naar ne
Hon wangan vi udhar mangiyan
Pher chandra zamana us nu
Kare tichran kadde ni hatt da
Tera na kasoor allarhe
Putt main gareeb jatt da
Tera na kasoor hunn ne
Putt main gareeb jatt da
Tera na kasoor allarhe
Ni main putt haan gareeb jatt da

Kasoor

The shirt I wear is old and torn
My shoes tell a story of poverty. I see you laughing as I get on the bus
When I put my foot on the step
It's not your fault, my dear
My father is a poor farmer
It's not your fault, my dear
My father is a poor farmer
You have become friends with his son
But he has no other special friends
I fell into a trap of small addictions
There is no hope of saving him. My grandmother worries about him
And his sisters are ashamed of him
It's not your fault, my dear
My father is a poor farmer
It's not your fault, my dear
My father is a poor farmer
When the books fall out of my hands
I have great hope in them
I sometimes think about the moon
Our kite will also fly high. When he hears about the open laws
He wonders where God lives
It's not your fault, my dear
My father is a poor farmer
It's not your fault, my dear
My father is a poor farmer
Bittu Cheema says, oh friend
There are some worries that are very difficult
The woman leaves while he is alive
I will also beg for alms
The woman leaves while he is alive
I will also beg for alms
Then the world will taunt him
And will never let him live in peace
It's not your fault, my dear
My father is a poor farmer
It's not your fault, my dear
My father is a poor farmer
It's not your fault, my dear
My father is a poor farmer