Manja

I won't just write your name on my car to show,

Exactly how much I truly love you [Ni/Nee: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly].

Every ordinary person indulges in such petty displays,

But [Mitran: yours truly] lives with those old-school feelings [Ni/Nee: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly].

I won't just write your name on my car to show,

Exactly how much I truly love you [Ni/Nee: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly].

Every ordinary person indulges in such petty displays,

But [Mitran: yours truly] lives with a steady, classic vibe [Ni/Nee: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly].

Who knows who has been feeding you lies, I know I can't find peace or sleep.

Oh, just agree to the [Baan: traditional woven fiber used for beds/cots],

The [Baan: fiber bed] knows the pain of [Yaar: this close friend], I can't sleep while lost in your memories.

Just agree to the [Baan: fiber bed], it knows my pain, I can't sleep while lost in your memories.

I can't sleep while lost in your memories.

I can't sleep while lost in your memories, oh.

I feel a restless heat rising within me,

That’s why I keep a [Gadhwi: a traditional small metallic water pot] by my side.

The moment my eyes finally begin to close,

You start speaking to me in my dreams [Ni/Nee: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly].

I feel a restless heat rising within me,

That’s why I keep a [Gadhwi: a traditional small metallic water pot] by my side.

The moment my eyes finally begin to close,

You start speaking to me in my dreams [Ni/Nee: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly].

Yesterday I carved your name on the bedpost, I don't just waste it on paper.

Oh, just agree to the [Baan: traditional woven fiber used for beds/cots],

The [Baan: fiber bed] knows the pain of [Yaar: this close friend], I can't sleep while lost in your memories.

Just agree to the [Baan: fiber bed], it knows my pain, I can't sleep while lost in your memories.

I can't sleep while lost in your memories.

I can't sleep while lost in your memories, oh.

One thing kept by my pillow, my beautiful,

Is a 12-bore shotgun for your protection.

And over that, a belt full of live shells,

Tell me, which "thief" would dare to bother you?

One thing kept by my pillow, my beautiful,

Is a 12-bore shotgun for your protection.

And over that, a belt full of live shells,

Tell me, which "thief" would dare to bother you?

You keep blaming me, piling on accusations that I don't want you.

Oh, just agree to the [Baan: traditional woven fiber used for beds/cots],

The [Baan: fiber bed] knows the pain of [Yaar: this close friend], I can't sleep while lost in your memories.

Just agree to the [Baan: fiber bed], it knows my pain, I can't sleep while lost in your memories.

I can't sleep while lost in your memories.

I can't sleep while lost in your memories, oh.

Just like my mother’s attachment to my father,

Nurture that same kind of love with me.

You don't even offer a meal to this simple [Jatt: a member of the land-owning agricultural community known for pride and lifestyle],

While my mother used to tighten the bed-strings for my father.

Just like my mother’s attachment to my father,

Nurture that same kind of love with me.

You don't even offer a meal to this simple [Jatt: a member of the land-owning agricultural community known for pride and lifestyle],

While my mother used to tighten the bed-strings for my father.

Karan from Gharala [Self-reference to the song's lyricist Karan Aujla] never looks at you with eyes of suspicion.

Oh, just agree to the [Baan: traditional woven fiber used for beds/cots],

The [Baan: fiber bed] knows the pain of [Yaar: this close friend], I can't sleep while lost in your memories.

Just agree to the [Baan: fiber bed], it knows my pain, I can't sleep while lost in your memories.

I can't sleep while lost in your memories.

I can't sleep while lost in your memories, oh.