Penduz

Why deepen this bond? You’ll only stir up a mess

Leave me be and find yourself some flashy woman

Only God can save you from the fires of hell

Every day of yours begins and ends with a peg of whiskey

Your romance is limited to fennel seeds and jaggery

By dawn, we hear the sounds of your lemon-water gargles

No marriage proposals will ever come to your village, you rustics

Only the [Lalkare: spirited roars] of bachelors are heard at night

No marriage proposals will ever come to your village, you rustics

Only the [Lalkare: spirited roars] of bachelors are heard at night

My eyes are heavy but my speech remains crystal clear

We don't do much water; we take our shots neat

We don't do much water; we take our shots neat

Liquor flows heavy in [Majha: the central region], but even more in Malwa, girl

Just like the hookahs always burn in the direction of Delhi

Keep pouring the grains into the machinery, my sweet

We even maintain a respectful bond with our brothers' wives

But we don't give the time of day to girls, my sweet

We’d rather keep our mares adorned with [Jhanjran: traditional musical anklets]

But we don't give the time of day to girls, my sweet

We’d rather keep our mares adorned with [Jhanjran: traditional musical anklets]

Half the village is at the liquor store, the other half at the police station

The records of these [Chobran: sturdy young men] are tainted in the files

We hold a PhD in being "defaulters" and outlaws

A dozen beatings are just a minor affair for these youths

Feuds particularly dance upon the boundaries of our fields

The tales of legendary kings flow through our very bones

No marriage proposals will ever come to your village, you rustics

Only the [Lalkare: spirited roars] of bachelors are heard at night

No marriage proposals will ever come to your village, you rustics

Only the [Lalkare: spirited roars] of bachelors are heard at night

Look at our influence; it's bigger than the State Government

My [Taaya: paternal uncle] stays busy with Central Government affairs

My [Taaya: paternal uncle] stays busy with Central Government affairs

[Mitran: Yours truly] has never had to go to the police station, sweetie

The police station itself stays parked right in front of our house

We keep our social circle tight and unbreakable

We don't believe in just decorating currency notes in banks

But we don't give the time of day to girls, my sweet

We’d rather keep our mares adorned with [Jhanjran: traditional musical anklets]

But we don't give the time of day to girls, my sweet

We’d rather keep our mares adorned with [Jhanjran: traditional musical anklets]

The groups of girls give this [Jatt: a member of the land-owning agricultural community] a "brand bit" of attention

But I’m just terrified of your notorious escapades

Then come and become my helper, my sweet

To us, our home feels just like a tavern

Think about it, Raj [Self-reference to the song's lyricist], once the liquor wears off

We should probably have some sort of plan for the future

But we don't give the time of day to girls, my sweet

We’d rather keep our mares adorned with [Jhanjran: traditional musical anklets]

No marriage proposals will ever come to your village, you rustics

Only the [Lalkare: spirited roars] of bachelors are heard at night

But we don't give the time of day to girls, my sweet

We’d rather keep our mares adorned with [Jhanjran: traditional musical anklets]

No marriage proposals will ever come to your village, you rustics

Only the [Lalkare: spirited roars] of bachelors are heard at night

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