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Lyrics of Madam Ji, Heart Fail Karwayegi - मैडम जी, हार्ट फेल करवाएगी
majnu ranjhe sabhi mujhpe lattoo huye
kaam ke the kabhi ab nikhattoo huye
phisal gaya pallu toh daura padha kallu ko
phisal gaya pallu toh daura padha kallu ko
kajri ka kata na pani mange
madam ji, heart fail karwayegi
madam ji, tu goli chalwayegi
arey re re, mail ki tu nali utha
hothon ka triger daba
jalwon ki dhaye dhaye, madam ji goli chalaye
arey bhade pe dil hai, galon pe til hai
kharcha bhi nill hai, bill tu phad lena
khanakhann rupaiya pocket me bharke
khamakhan hi tarse jeb jhad lena
dekh le aa dekh le, husn ki bajariya
dilli ki kajri hai, top ki nachaniya
phisal gaya pallu toh daura pada kallu ko
phisal gaya pallu toh daura pada kallu ko
kajri ka kata na pani mange
madam ji, tu danga karwayegi
arey madam ji, heart fail karwayegi
kholungi tale jam ke maja le
kanta phasa le mauka taad lena
chahe toh thanda, chahe garam le
Beer ya rum le mehenga brand lena
haan aaja sanam gul ki gali rahe naram hai
kajri ki mehfil me dil besharam hai
phisal gaya pallu toh daura pada kallu ko
phisal gaya pallu toh daura pada kallu ko
kajri ka kata na pani mange
madam ji, tu dilli chhudhwayegi
arey madam ji, heart fail karwayegi
chhori marwayegi, goli chalwayegi
koi jite ji sulli pe chadwayegi
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Madam Ji, Heart Fail Karwayegi
All Majnus, Ranjhas, they fell for me,
Once useful, now worthless, you see.
If my veil slips, Kallu's seized by plight,
If my veil slips, Kallu's seized by fright.
Kajri's bite, asks not for a drop,
Madam, your presence, my heart can't cope!
Madam, you'll order shots to drop.
Oh, raise the channel of your male,
Press your lips, the trigger's tale.
With flashes, boom-boom, Madam, she shoots,
My heart's for hire, on cheeks, a mole sprouts,
Expenses are nil, tear up the bill,
Fill your pockets with coins, stand still.
Look and see, behold the market of grace,
Delhi's Kajri, a dancer of the top space.
If my veil slips, Kallu's seized by plight,
If my veil slips, Kallu's seized by fright.
Kajri's bite, asks not for a drop,
Madam, you'll spark riots, I can't stop.
Oh Madam, my heart you'll make stop.
I'll open the locks, enjoy the spree,
Get a thorn caught, seize the moment, see.
Want it cold, want it hot, you can choose,
Beer or rum, a brand to use.
Come, my love, in the flower's street, paths are soft,
In Kajri's gathering, hearts are off.
If my veil slips, Kallu's seized by plight,
If my veil slips, Kallu's seized by fright.
Kajri's bite, asks not for a drop,
Madam, you'll make me flee Delhi's top.
Oh Madam, my heart you'll make stop.
This girl will kill, shots she'll drop.
She'll hang you on the gallows, never stop.
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.
