Mankirt Aulakh – Putt Jattan De Lyrics In English (Translation)

Saale Kehnde Bai Bai Nu Chadhayi Aankhde
Ni Jihnu Kehnde Aa Tasalli Oh Karayi Aankhde
Ho Saare Kamm Sadde Teri Sochon Paar Balliye
Ho Din Raat Khed De Shikaar Balliye

Those idiots say bye-bye with their eyes raised,
But the one who says it finds solace in their eyes.
All our work goes beyond your thoughts, buddy,
We play the game day and night, my dear hunter.

Ni Main Keha 12 Gun’an Jeep’an Thalle 4 Balliye
Boy Gutt’on Phad Sittde Ne Yaar Balliye
Ni Palle Umaran Ne Ghatt Din Char Balliye

I said we have four under the 12-gauge Jeeps,
Boys rip off their sleeves, buddy.
We have fewer years, but days go by fast, buddy.

Launde Nakke Te Hatth Billo Pakke Ni Yaarian De
Takke Te Lagne Ae Jaffe Ni Billo Jehda Muhre
Sadde Aau Muhre Sadde Aau

Our friendships are solid, buddy, unwavering,
They aim for our backs, buddy, those who wait,
They wait in front of us, they wait in front of us.

Navi Billo Game Naale Nava Shor Ni
Lishakde Pind Utton Poora Zor Ni

With the new game, there’s a new roar, buddy,
They blaze through the village with full force, buddy.

Ho Baazi Kehda Jittu Billo Koyi Sure Ni
Ho Launde Tukke Haaye Ni Launde Tukke

Whose victory is it, buddy, any guesses?
The boys are spot-on, oh, the boys are spot-on.

Khand Ladd’di Jawani Saanu Chadh Gayi
Rakaane Mor Nache Pattan Te Nache Patt’an Te

The intoxicating youth has left us,
Peacocks dance on the paths, on the paths.

Ho Moddeyan Ton La La Ke Sutt’de
Rakaane Ni Eh Putt Jattan De
Putt Jattan De

They shoot from the mounds and aim for victory,
These are the sons of the land, the sons of the land.

Moddeyan Ton La La Ke Sutt’de
Rakaane Ni Eh Putt Jattan De
Putt Jattan De Driver Truck’an De
Ni Passe Hoja Langh Jaan De

They strut with their chests out,
These are the sons of the land, the sons of the land,
The sons of the land, drivers of trucks,
They overtake and leave you behind in the dust.

Ni Passe Hoja Langh Jaan De
Langh Jaan De Langh Jaan De
Langh Jaan De

They leave you behind in the dust,
In the dust, in the dust,
In the dust.

Ho Shareer 6 Foot De Rakaane Kand Kuttde
Ni Mele Jinne Kath Sadde Naal Pair Puttde Ni

Their bodies are six feet tall,
They step with us in every step.

Marde Ni Kalle Maut Lai Jugi Viah Ke
Paapi Narkan Nu Challe Tainu Dassu Money Gaa Ke

They face death alone, even in marriage,
They challenge the sinful hell, singing songs of money.

Naal Rehnde Zindi Honi Mere Yaar Theek Ni
Billo Vadde Vadde Vaili Di Kadhaunde Cheekh Ni

Living with them is not easy, my friend,
They shout louder than the big, big guns.

Vairi Chalde Si Tatte Ditte Thaar Balliye
Ho.. Din Raat Khed’de Shikaar Balliye

Enemies used to tremble at the sight,
They play the game day and night, hunting.

Ni Main Keha 12 Gun’an Jeep’an Thalle 4 Balliye
Ni Boy Gutton Phad Sittde Ne Yaar Balliye
Ni Palle Umaran Ne Ghatt Din Char Balliye

I said we have four under the 12-gauge Jeeps,
Boys rip off their sleeves, buddy.
We have fewer years, but days go by fast, buddy.

Ho Baithi Mod’an Utte Ban-Than Mundeyan Di Toli
Saddi Kaudi Aa Zubaan Utton Kabbi Saddi Boli

Sitting on their thrones, the boys’ gang,
Our currency is our language, sometimes our words.

Ho Munde Jittne Nu Khade Aa Ni Hatthi Thukk Laake
Taan Hi Baithak Ch Billo Pehle Tod Aali Kholi

If someone dares to stand against them, they spit on their hands,
Then they break bones right in the gathering.

Ho Vajje Lalkaare Ni Mitran Ne Maare
Ni Chadhke Chubaare Ni Saada Billo Koyi Hal Ni

They shout war cries, my friends strike,
They climb up and fight, there’s no solution for us, buddy.

Kayi Tappe Hoye Paare Ni Mitran Ne Thaare
Haan Jaande Ne Saare Te Karaan Masle Main Hall Ni

Many have fallen, my friends have saved some,
Yes, they know everyone and solve all problems.

Ho Launde Vaid Na Dawayi Marnjaniye
Ni Sadde Hathon Laaiyan Satt’an Te
Laaiyan Satt’an Te

No doctors, no medicines needed,
We apply pressure with our hands, on the wounds,
With our hands on the wounds.

Ho Moddeyan Ton La La Ke Sutt’de
Rakaane Ni Eh Putt Jattan De
Putt Jattan De

They drive past flaunting their style,
These are the sons of the land, the sons of the land,
The sons of the land.

Moddeyan Ton La La Ke Sutt’de
Rakaane Ni Eh Putt Jattan De
Ho Moddeyan Ton La La Ke Sutt’de
Rakaane Ni Eh Putt Jattan De
Putt Jattan De

They drive past flaunting their style,
These are the sons of the land, the sons of the land,
They drive past flaunting their style,
These are the sons of the land, the sons of the land,
The sons of the land.

Moddeyan Ton La La Ke Sutt’de
Rakaane Ni Eh Putt Jattan De

They drive past flaunting their style,
These are the sons of the land, the sons of the land.