Sada Ke Kasoor (It's Not My Fault)

The words from my mouth are etched in stone

I sit here myself, writing my own destiny

Wandering around like a cold-blooded killer

Ever since I went and murdered my own conscience

Left my homelands behind just to stack up currency

I break the law, I don’t need anything else anymore

These days of my life and youth are fleeting and few

I count every single day as if it were my very last

The traditions have changed [Baba: respectful term for an elder or holy man], I don't eat out of grief, but I surely drink [Bhang: Cannabis/Marijuana]

Now I stay lost in intoxication, far away from my family

God's principles are under my feet, so what is my fault in this?

Now, what is our fault?

In this, what is our fault?

Now, what is our fault? What is our fault?

In this, what is our fault?

Now, what is our fault?

Now, what is our fault? What is our fault?

In this, what is our fault?

Now, what is our fault? Now, what is our fault?

The days turned into eight years

We came here as fresh outsiders, placing our first steps

Seeing these massive luxury cars on the streets, I was stunned

With eyes wide open, I watched how this world works

Where has life brought me from where I once was?

Here, every man seems satisfied and settled

As if no one ever lacks for anything at all

This land belongs to those with lofty, towering dreams

Now try and stop me, I speak directly from my heart

My life, eight years down the line

A pen in one hand and liquor in the other

I’ve sold my stories just to find a place to bow my head

I give false reassurances to my family back home, but

In this, what is our fault?

Now, what is our fault?

Now, what is our fault? What is our fault?

Now, what is our fault?

Now, what is our fault?

Now, what is our fault?

I’ve let countless tears flow from my eyes

When they all ran dry, I relied only on your memory

I spent my days trying to find my true self

Does the liquor consume me, or do I consume the liquor?

Now I sit and stare at these empty bottles of booze

The obstacles in my path were mistakes of my own making

I talk of God while seeking man, then comes the [Azaab: divine torment/punishment]

Keeping an account of life and death

It’s as if the book of our lives fell into the Devil's hands

Dreams remained mere dreams, where has life brought me?

I have one principle that I follow like a stubborn fault

My victory is your defeat, so what is our fault in this?

Now, what is our fault?

Now, what is our fault?

Now, what is our fault?

Now, what is our fault?

Now, what is our fault?

Now, what is our fault?

Now, what is our fault?