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Lyrics of Suraj Hai Chanda Hai - सूरज है चंदा है
suraj hai chanda hai ye kaun hai ye jhat se bolo
rana sangha veer shivaji bolo bolo phat se bolo
suraj hai chanda hai ye kaun hai ye jhat se bolo
rana sangha veer shivaji bolo bolo phat se bolo
dekho dekho dekho isko
lagta hai ye chita hamko
pucho pucho pucho sabko
baah bhare wo shiv hai kya wo
walle raka walle raka madrasi ka mumbai ka
karnatak ka kalkatta ka tirupati ka
walle raka walle raka har pal maulla
dunia bhar ka
bhai aaya bharat hoga america
gaao ki nadiya gaao ki khusbu bhulega koi kya
udti chunariya bolti ankhiya bhulega koi kya
apni saras kheti chikni chikni kali reti
lal mitti wali road
gadbad gadbad gadbad gadbad gadbad
gadbad gadbad
gadbad sadbad khel wo khele
peele peele peele peele sarso ke phulwa
choti choti choti choti oss ki bunde
mitha mitha mitha mitha ghee ka halwa
chuk chuk chuk chuk rail ki sitti
kal kal kal kal bahti nadiya
jat phat jat phat pan khilaiya
badi badi badi badi mard ki muche
dil se jaye nahi nahi nahi nahi
nahi nahi nahi nahi nahi nahi nahi nahi
suraj hai chanda hai ye kaun hai ye jhat se bolo
rana sabha veer shivaji bolo bolo phat se bolo
suraj hai chanda hai ye kaun hai ye jhat se bolo
rana sabha veer shivaji bolo bolo
walle raka walle raka madrasi ka mumbai ka
karnatak ka kalkatta ka tirupati ka
walle raka walle raka har pal maulla
dunia bhar ka
bhai aaya bharat hoga america
jhat se bolo phat se bolo
are re gaav ki jhopdi me
kuch pal reh ke to dekho
uske chote se ched se tare gin ke to dekho
thoda cell phone ghanti band karke
tum bhavre ki gun gun sun lo
nange pao se jami pe chalke
dharti se baate karenge hum
bache ban jayenge hum
aaj ped ki jata se gundh ke
kaise bhi banayenge are hum gaav ki dev se
talwar chin ke pencil chil lenge
walle raka walle raka madrasi ka mumbai ka
karnatak ka kalkatta ka tirupati ka
walle raka walle raka har pal maulla
dunia bhar ka
bhai aaya bharat hoga america
are re maa ke hath ka korma banega dekho
masala pees ke banega
dekho desi murgi ka shorma
hame gay bailo se bhi itna pyar hai
sochenge rashan card me shamil karle unko
koi pani mange lassi milti hai
bhole se insano ki khusbu dunia bhar me faile
gav ki dadi ki jadi buti ki dawao se
bhut bhag jaye
bhaiya re paas ke padosi ko khana bhi khila de
aisa pyar sabko
walle raka walle raka madrasi ka mumbai ka
karnatak ka kalkatta ka tirupati ka
walle raka walle raka har pal maulla
dunia bhar ka
bhai aaya bharat hoga america
gaao ki nadiya gaao ki khusbu bhulega koi kya
udti chunariya bolti ankhiya bhulega koi kya
apni saras kheti chikni chikni kali reti
lal mitti wali road
gadbad gadbad gadbad gadbad gadbad
gadbad gadbad
gadbad sadbad khel wo khele
peele peele peele peele sarso ke phulwa
choti choti choti choti oss ki bunde
mitha mitha mitha mitha ghee ka halwa
chuk chuk chuk chuk rail ki sitti
kal kal kal kal bahti nadiya
jat phat jat phat pan khilaiya
badi badi badi badi mard ki muche
dil se jaye nahi nahi nahi nahi
nahi nahi nahi nahi nahi nahi nahi nahi
walle raka walle raka madrasi ka mumbai ka
karnatak ka kalkatta ka tirupati ka
walle raka walle raka har pal maulla
dunia bhar ka
bhai aaya bharat hoga america
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Suraj Hai Chanda Hai
Sun and moon, who are they, speak quick,
Rana Sanga, Veer Shivaji, say it, quick!
Sun and moon, who are they, speak quick,
Rana Sanga, Veer Shivaji, say it, quick!
Look, look, look, it seems a cheetah to us,
Ask, ask, ask, does Shiva embrace all?
Walla Rakka, Walla Rakka, from Madras to Mumbai,
From Karnataka, Calcutta, to Tirupati's call.
Walla Rakka, Walla Rakka, the Lord of every moment, of the world,
Brother, India calls, America, too, to be unfurled.
Can one forget the village's river, its scent?
The flying shawl, the eyes that spoke, can one forget?
Our fertile fields, the smooth, black earth,
The red-soiled roads, their worth.
The topsy-turvy games we play,
Yellow, yellow, yellow mustard flowers sway.
Tiny, tiny, tiny dewdrops gleam,
Sweet, sweet, sweet, ghee halwa's dream.
Chug, chug, chug, the train's whistle blows,
Cluck, cluck, cluck, the river flows.
Quick, quick, quick, the paan-seller's art,
Big, big, big, a man's brave heart.
From the heart, it will never, never, never depart,
Never, never, never, never, never, never depart.
Sun and moon, who are they, speak quick,
Rana Sanga, Veer Shivaji, say it, quick!
Sun and moon, who are they, speak quick,
Rana Sanga, Veer Shivaji, say it, quick!
Look, look, look, it seems a cheetah to us,
Ask, ask, ask, does Shiva embrace all?
Walla Rakka, Walla Rakka, from Madras to Mumbai,
From Karnataka, Calcutta, to Tirupati's call.
Walla Rakka, Walla Rakka, the Lord of every moment, of the world,
Brother, India calls, America, too, to be unfurled.
Speak quick, say it quick!
Oh, stay a while in a village hut, and you will see,
Count the stars through its tiny peep-hole, so free.
Turn off your cell phone's ringing chime,
Listen to the bumblebee's humming rhyme.
Barefoot, we'll tread the earth, and talk to the ground,
We'll become children, with the trees bound.
We'll make garlands, oh, from village deities,
Take swords and sharpen pencils for all to see.
Walla Rakka, Walla Rakka, from Madras to Mumbai,
From Karnataka, Calcutta, to Tirupati's call.
Walla Rakka, Walla Rakka, the Lord of every moment, of the world,
Brother, India calls, America, too, to be unfurled.
Oh, see, Maa's hand makes the korma,
Spice is ground, the chicken shawarma.
We love cows and bulls so,
We'll think of including them in the ration card, you know!
If someone asks for water, they get a lassi instead,
The scent of innocent people spreads across the world, it is said.
The village grandmother's herbs drive away the demons,
Brother, feed your neighbor, and share all your reasons.
Such love for everyone,
Walla Rakka, Walla Rakka, from Madras to Mumbai,
From Karnataka, Calcutta, to Tirupati's call.
Walla Rakka, Walla Rakka, the Lord of every moment, of the world,
Brother, India calls, America, too, to be unfurled.
Can one forget the village's river, its scent?
The flying shawl, the eyes that spoke, can one forget?
Our fertile fields, the smooth, black earth,
The red-soiled roads, their worth.
The topsy-turvy games we play,
Yellow, yellow, yellow mustard flowers sway.
Tiny, tiny, tiny dewdrops gleam,
Sweet, sweet, sweet, ghee halwa's dream.
Chug, chug, chug, the train's whistle blows,
Cluck, cluck, cluck, the river flows.
Quick, quick, quick, the paan-seller's art,
Big, big, big, a man's brave heart.
From the heart, it will never, never, never depart,
Never, never, never, never, never, never depart.
Walla Rakka, Walla Rakka, from Madras to Mumbai,
From Karnataka, Calcutta, to Tirupati's call.
Walla Rakka, Walla Rakka, the Lord of every moment, of the world,
Brother, India calls, America, too, to be unfurled.
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.
Comments for lyrics of song "Suraj Hai Chanda Hai"
amrish pandey on Tuesday, October 20, 2015 What a man he is!!! Fantastic artist with global fan following.
The Reality on Thursday, August 18, 2011 balle lakra means??? please explain
samar5570 on Saturday, March 10, 2012 balle bakra ka banao shorma.!!!1!
