Текст и перевод песни Yo Yo Honey Singh feat. Diljit - Goliyan

Goliyan

Yes we loaded, we reloaded -3

Munho bolde ni maada, putha karde ni kaara
Aundi samajh na kahto sarde aa
La ke chitta chadra, mele nu aaun da
Yaaran nu ae shaunk, bakkre bulaon da
Sheran de shikaar, kar ke dikhaun da, bai kar ke dikhaun da
Mitran nu shaunk, goliyan chalon da,
Bai goliyan chalon da, bai goliyan chalon da
Mitran nu shaunk, goliyan chalon da,
Bai goliyan chalon da, bai goliyan chalon da

Navi te nikor kole car rakhni, car ch patake jehi naar rakhni
Dikki vich tej talwar rakhni
Aunda ae swaad yaarian nibhaun da, bai yaarian nibhaun da
Mitran nu shaunk, goliyan chalon da,
Bai goliyan chalon da, bai goliyan chalon da
Mitran nu shaunk, goliyan chalon da, bai goliyan goliyan goliyan

Nikke hunde dad ne fada ti bandook, chacha mera kehnda haan bai shoot
Goli di awaaz ne chaska laa ta, bai hona ki si aggey pher, chakko payr
Asla asli da hathi fabda, tenu lagge tu gangster, ha ha
Utton kehnda No.1, bai wah bai wah
But jithe aapa ajj ajj rab di raza

Baazi jadon lag jaandi sir dhaar di, pehli vich jatt di gandaasi vardi
Kacchi billi yaaran de na muhre adhdi
Sin ke nishaane nu tikaane laun da, tikaane laun da
Mitran nu shaunk, goliyan chalon da,
Bai goliyan chalon da, bai goliyan chalon da
Mitran nu shaunk, goliyan chalon da, bai goliyan goliyan goliyan

Vakh vakh asle di rakhi poori
Range, ik do maheene baad karidi aa change
Mauser, pistal, 32 bor, 12 bor,
Asle de sir te ni, bahawan ch vi poora jor
Ehio raftaar rakheo mere yaar, bas ik thoda pyaar, thats all I need
Modheyan te rakh hatheyar gabru, mafia mandeer tere yaar gabru
Nit nave bhalde shikaar gabru
Siran wale Pirti de gaane gaun da, gaane gaun da
Mitran nu shaunk, goliyan chalon da,
Bai goliyan chalon da, bai goliyan chalon da
Mitran nu shaunk, goliyan chalon da

Bullets

Yes, we loaded, we reloaded -3

My mom says to me, son, do not do that
I will not explain it to you
I will prepare the feast, I will dance
My friends like it, we call the goats
I will show you how to hunt lions
My friends like it, we shoot them,
Oh, we shoot them, oh, we shoot them
My friends like it, we shoot them,
Oh, we shoot them, oh, we shoot them

A new stylish car, like a doll
A big sword in the trunk
I like to make my friends happy
My friends like it, we shoot them,
Oh, we shoot them, oh, we shoot them
My friends like it, we shoot them, oh, we shoot them

Since childhood, my father taught me to shoot, uncle said shoot, oh shoot
The sound of the bullet makes me cry, oh, what happened, I am running away
Real weapons, beat an elephant, think of yourself as a gangster, ha ha
You say you are number one, wow, wow
But now, today, it's all by God's grace

When we play a deadly game, first the Sikh dandy comes with a sword
Half of our friends are like young playful kittens
I aim at the target and hit it
My friends like it, we shoot them,
Oh, we shoot them, oh, we shoot them
My friends like it, we shoot them, oh, we shoot them

Oh, oh, the weapons are safe
Color, I buy a new one every time
Mauser, pistol, 32 bore, 12 bore,
In addition to weapons, there is also strength in the arms
My friends, keep this pace, just a little love, that's all I need
My friends, put your weapons in the middle, my friends are mafia leaders
Every day a new good hunt
I sing songs of a saint from the mountains
My friends like it, we shoot them,
Oh, we shoot them, oh, we shoot them
My friends like it, we shoot them