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Lyrics of Do Duni Chaar (Remix) - दो दुनी जोड़ जाड़ के बाजी मार
do duni jodd jjad ke bazi mar
o nach nachave bada satave
nach nachave bada satave ud ud jave
nach nachave bada satave
nach nachave bada satave
hath me aake tu fudakta ud ud jave
do duni chhar do duni chhar, jodd jjad ke bazi mar
do duni chhar do duni chhar
do duni chhar do duni chhar, jodd jjad ke bazi mar
do duni chhar do duni chhar
hoga kahi to hoga, are mar le tukka fek de pasa
dav khel tu dekh tamasa kahi to hoga
jab lal ho loha tab mar hatoda
jab tel chada ho sapno ka, tu talle pakoda
talle pakoda
kismat me hai jitne panchar, jod le sare gond lagakar
do duni chhar do duni chhar
do duni chhar do duni chhar
ha dariyo ki dada giri se, hai bul bule bhadke bhadke se
vo danadan note gine ye, rah gaye kadke kadke se
ha dariyo ki dada giri se, man me thodi sank nahi hai
to jine me namak nahi hai, dhamak nahi hai chamak nahi hai
karle pajama pan le lungi, dariya ki tu baja de pungi
baja de pungi, baja de pungi
do duni chhar do duni chhar, jodd jjad ke bazi mar
do duni chhar do duni chhar
do duni chhar do duni chhar, jodd jjad ke bazi mar
do duni chhar do duni chhar
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Do Duni Chaar (Remix)
With sums of two and two, the game is won,
He dances, torments, never done.
He dances, torments, takes flight on high,
He dances, torments, beneath the sky.
He dances, torments, in hand, then flees,
With sums of four, the game decrees.
With sums of four, the game decrees.
With sums of four, the game decrees.
Where it will be, it will be, cast the die,
Play your cards, and watch the show fly.
When iron glows, then strike the blow,
When dreams are oiled, then fry the dough.
Then fry the dough.
With punctures of fate, mend them all with glue,
With sums of four, the game rings true.
With sums of four, the game rings true.
The river's pride, hot bubbles burst,
He counts his notes, they are the worst.
The river's pride, with gold so thin,
No salt in life, no courage within,
No sparkle, no flash.
So bind your legs, in lungi's embrace,
And play the river's wild, untamed pace,
Untamed pace, untamed pace.
With sums of four, the game is won,
With sums of four, the game is run.
With sums of four, the game is won,
With sums of four, the game is run.
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.
