Kikli - Trap

Oh, [Kikli Kaleer Di: a traditional spinning folk dance, here used to describe the spinning of a bullet], the bullet goes piercing through

This weaponry belongs to your brother, and it's fired exactly when the time is right

My conduct is lethal, and a rifle rests upon my shoulder

A massive crowd gathers wherever I choose to go, [Ni/Nee: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly]

Oh, [Kikli Kaleer Di: traditional spinning dance rhyme], the bullet goes piercing through

This weaponry belongs to your brother, and it's fired exactly when the time is right

My conduct is lethal, and a rifle rests upon my shoulder

A massive crowd gathers wherever I choose to go, [Ni/Nee: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly]

I keep a distance of kilometers from treacherous people

I've kept an old-school phone, the kind without a touch screen

Our love would just get lost in court dates, [Jattiye: Female of the Jatt community]

Don't waste this youth of yours, which is more fragile than glass

I'm not easily traced even when the [Maame: slang for police; literally maternal uncles] are on the chase

Sitting in Barnala, I keep my enemies constantly on edge

Oh, [Kikli Kaleer Di: traditional spinning dance rhyme], the bullet goes piercing through

This weaponry belongs to your brother, and it's fired exactly when the time is right

My conduct is lethal, and a rifle rests upon my shoulder

A massive crowd gathers wherever I choose to go, [Ni/Nee: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly]

Oh, stars, stars, stars

Stars, stars, stars

[Mitran: yours truly] has engraved on the rifles

Your very name, [Mutiyare: young maiden]

[Mitran: yours truly] has engraved on the pistol your name, [Mutiyare: young maiden]

Sometimes I even wear traditional [Nattiyan: small hoop earrings worn by Punjabi men]

Sometimes, in the gathering of friends, I even break into song

When the whim strikes me, oh girl who is innocent like a child

I make the enemies flee through the wild thickets

I have one bad habit after the clock strikes midnight

I start making calls to my very inner circle of [Yaar: close friends/brothers]

Oh, [Kikli Kaleer Di: traditional spinning dance rhyme], the bullet goes piercing through

This weaponry belongs to your brother, and it's fired exactly when the time is right

My conduct is lethal, and a rifle rests upon my shoulder

A massive crowd gathers wherever I choose to go, [Ni/Nee: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly]

Faces like mine usually seem ordinary at first glance

But when this [Gabbroo: a strong, young Punjabi man] walks, traffic comes to a standstill

Charges involving violent clashes, my sweet

Are openly leveled against your beloved friend

With a peak physique displayed on my biceps

I don't make a fuss over minor police cases

Oh, [Kikli Kaleer Di: traditional spinning dance rhyme], the bullet goes piercing through

This weaponry belongs to your brother, and it's fired exactly when the time is right

My conduct is lethal, and a rifle rests upon my shoulder

A massive crowd gathers wherever I choose to go, [Ni/Nee: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly]