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Lyrics of Chhora Badnaam Hua - छोरा बदनाम हुआ
ho ho ho o o o
nikale jo bajariya ma to
nikale jo bajariya ma to, hoi jaai re halla
shaharwa me danga howe, ho shaharwa me danga howe
band ho mohalla, tapak jaaye re jobanwaa
tapak jaaye re jobanwaa, ho tapak jaaye re jobanwaa
o tapak jaaye re jobanwaa, ho tapak jaaye re jobanwaa
ho tapak jaaye re jobanwaa
is ishq de rang niraale ne, koi hansda ae koi ronda ae
ki dasiye ankhiyaa de dukhde, ki dil vich ki ke hunda ae
sad ke apne yaar to zindadi, asi yaar da dam bhariye
ho likhi yaar da naam dharti pe, assi lakh lakh sajde kariye
ho assi lakh lakh sajde kariye, assi lakh lakh sajde kariye
maine tujhse aankh ladaai, lekin mujhko raash na aai
bhaai tere hain bade mustande, khaaye maine jinake dandde
ae jiyo, kiya sher mara hai
launda badnaam huaa, nasiban tere liye
chhora badnaam huaa, nasiban tere liye
nashibana tere liye, hamidan tere liye
launda badnaam huaa, nasiban ter liye
chhora badnaam huaa, nasiban tere liye
he apni jo style hain, he bacha na koi yahaa
hamse sab ghabraaten hain, aur darte hain ji kyu ki hum hai
prem, prem, prem
hoti hian jeet apani, hamse sabhaare hain
kadame me sar jhukat, ye chaand taare hain
apne andaaz hain jo, wo hamko pyaare hain
ye saare jalwe jo, apne sahaare hain
hamse sab ghabraaten hain, aur darte hain ji kyu ki hum hai
prem, prem, prem
jhum jhuma kar jhum re bhaiyaa
taal bajaa kar jhum re haiyaa
kaat kabutar, kaat ke ladki, kaat kabutar bhaaga
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Chhora Badnaam Hua
Ho ho ho o o o
When you emerge into the bazaar,
a riot erupts,
a clamor rises.
The city seethes,
the city descends into chaos,
the neighborhood closes.
Youth drips away,
youth drips away,
oh, youth drips away,
oh, youth drips away,
oh, youth drips away.
This love, its hues are unique,
some laugh, some weep.
What to say of eyes' sorrows,
what to say of the heart's secrets?
Calling out to our beloved, life,
we swear by the breath of friendship.
We write the name of the friend on earth,
we bow down a million times.
We bow down a million times,
we bow down a million times.
I met your gaze,
but it did not please me.
Your brothers are fierce bullies,
I tasted their sticks.
Oh, Bravo, what a hit!
The prick is defamed, for Nasiban.
The boy is defamed, for Nasiban.
For Nasiban, for Hamidun.
The prick is defamed, for Nasiban.
The boy is defamed, for Nasiban.
Hey, our style,
it spares no one here.
All fear us,
and tremble, for we are
love, love, love.
Victory is ours,
all others lose to us.
They bow their heads at our feet,
these moons and stars.
Our own style,
it is dear to us.
All these charms,
they are our support.
All fear us,
and tremble, for we are
love, love, love.
Dance, swing, and sway, brother!
Beat the rhythm and dance, earth!
Cut the pigeon, cut the girl,
cut the pigeon, it flees!
This Poetic Translation, in English, has been provided mainly for those users who do not understand Hindi. This is a basic translation and could have minor mistakes. Thanks.
