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Lyrics of Gill Te Guitar - वे यार मेरे कदे सीगे तीन चार
ve yaar mere kade sige teen char
kathe chhed de aisi kudiya
kathe adiya samar
pahla pahla gaya
phir aeru gaya baar
hun saanga vi dubai
bache gill te guitar
valle te meri kismat si buri
asi phir de rahe par na mani koi kudi
paave kakh si paave koch si
saanu si nasha
kade hovenge akele saanu ki pata
ve yaar mere kade sige tee char
kathe chhed de aisi kudiya
kathe adiya samar
pahla pahla gaya
phir aeru gaya baar
hun saanga vi dubai
bache gill te guitar
aeru si lamba, main si chhota
main si bahuta kharab, oh zara si thoda
oh to lad ke kai din na asa bolna
hun chah ke vi milda na dukh kholna
milya kal ek raahi mainu
kahnda gal sun meri tu khol kan
jado na kuch age dise
tahiyo banda vekhe pichhe
sanga apna si banda tagda
kade dar na fikar, ude nede laga
bade din baad kal aaya oda phone si
kahanda din ta lang jaanda par sham ni
ve yaar mere kade sige teen char
kathe chhed de aisi kudiya
kathe adiya samar
pahla pahla gaya
phir aeru gaya baar
hun saanga vi dubai
bache gill te guitar
ve yaar mere
ve yaar mere
ve yaar mere
ve yaar mere
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Gill Te Guitar
Once, my friends were three or four,
Together, we’d tease the girls,
And our mischief would surely soar.
First one went away,
Then another crossed the bar,
Now Sanga's in Dubai,
Only Gill and the guitar remain, a scar.
My fate was surely cursed,
We chased, but no girl would be nursed
By our affections.
We were lost in a haze,
We knew not of the lone days,
Once, my friends were three or four,
Together, we’d tease the girls,
And our mischief would surely soar.
First one went away,
Then another crossed the bar,
Now Sanga's in Dubai,
Only Gill and the guitar remain, a scar.
Eru was tall, I was small,
I was quite a wreck, he stood a little tall.
We would fight, not speak for days,
Now, though I yearn, no comfort stays.
Yesterday, I met a traveler on the road,
He said, "Listen close, let your story be unbowed.
When the future seems to fade,
That's when you look to what you've made."
Sanga, a strong man, bold and true,
Never fear, nor worry, his spirit grew.
A call came yesterday, after such a long time,
He said, "Days pass, but the evenings climb."
Once, my friends were three or four,
Together, we’d tease the girls,
And our mischief would surely soar.
First one went away,
Then another crossed the bar,
Now Sanga's in Dubai,
Only Gill and the guitar remain, a scar.
My friends, my friends,
My friends, my friends.
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.
