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Lyrics of Tu Bechara Main Bechaara - तू बेचारा मैं बेचारा
utha utha jaga jaga
ho gaye poore chhe
baza alarm khatam aaram
maa chillaati re
aankhe abhi khuli nahi
sleepy sleepy main
fast fast plus brush karo naa
practice ko bhi jaana hai
stamina ko badhana hai
daud bhaag ke chakkar me
pressure cooker ban gaye re
garma garam tifin bana
fata fat taiyyar ho ja
ghis ghis ke ghis jaao re
routin me phir pees jao re
o o hai jaldi jaldi
subah subah ki jhanjat ne kya halat kardi
hurry hurry ghas ghas ghas
hurry hurry gate on bus
hurry hurry hurry hurry
bhaag daud me fas gaya pyara
pathshala ne peesa aadha
sapne kam tension jyada
tu bechara main bechara
tu bechara main bechara
kabhi main jeeta kabhi main hara
bojh ka mara main bechara
subah subah duba duba mushkil daant se
role pole pe khada huaa present bola main
naughty naughty crazy crazy humne masti ki
kyu einstein hum ko bana rahe hai
disiplin jo humne toda
rules ka bum humpe foda
lunch me halla gulla re
fast forward me sab khaa lo re
o o o time hai kam
strech karo na hum ko like a chingam
hindi ki bindi hasti hai
class me full to masti hai
ye teacher bhi bindaas hai
hum sabka ye khaas hai
maths padho ab koi na chara
angel shengal kitna sara
time ka circle badhata bara
tu bechara main bechara
tu bechara main bechara
kabhi main jeeta kabhi main hara
bojh ka mara main bechara
history ki mistry se khele hum zara
sala deep hai unique hai aur boring hai bada
history pe dhool udaye
yaro sang kare hasaye visit without yoga
yo oo oo masti ke packet
yo oo oo ban jaye rocket
sports me gold medal laao
dance me kamar matkao
karate me black belt laao
har cheez me number one aao
school ki chhutti huaa chhutkara
dauda bhaga main to hara
shyam ko homework kitna sara
tu bechara main bechara
tu bechara main bechara
mummy ki aankhon ka tara
bojh ka mara main bechara
tu bechara main bechara
tu bechara main bechara
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Tu Bechara Main Bechaara
Rise, awake, the six have struck,
Alarm's sharp call, all rest is plucked.
Mother's voice, a piercing plea,
Eyes still heavy, sleepily.
Fast, fast, brush, a hurried grace,
Practice calls, we must embrace.
Endurance sought, a burning quest,
In running's maze, a pressured test.
Hot lunch prepared, a hurried guise,
Ready now, before our eyes.
Grind, grind, until we fade,
In routine's wheel, our spirits swayed.
Oh, so swift, the morning's plight,
This tangled dawn, what a fright!
Hurrah, hurrah, let's hustle, stride,
Hurrah, the bus, where we must ride.
Hurrah, hurrah, the race begins,
In frantic rush, where all hope thins.
The school's embrace, half ground to dust,
Fewer dreams, more burdens thrust.
You, poor soul, and I the same,
Sometimes I win, sometimes I tame.
Crushed by the weight, a weary plea.
Drawn from slumber, the morning's stark,
The presentation stands at the mark.
Naughty, crazy, wild and free,
Why must they make Einsteins of me?
Discipline, a broken vow,
Rules explode, we must avow.
Lunchtime's clamor, a joyful sound,
Fast forward, eat all around.
Oh, so little time remains,
Stretch us out like chewing grains.
Hindi's charm, a laughing gleam,
In class, a world of joyous dream.
The teacher smiles, a special one,
Beloved by everyone.
Maths we face, no other way,
Angles and shapes, what do they say?
Time's circle turns, the hours fly,
You, poor soul, and I, we sigh.
Sometimes I win, sometimes I try,
Crushed by the weight, beneath the sky.
History's mystery, a playful game,
Deep, unique, yet still the same.
Dust the past, let laughter bloom,
Friends we share, dispelling gloom.
Visit, without yoga's ease,
We must find our histories.
Yo ho ho, a packet of joy,
Yo ho ho, become a boy.
In sports, a golden gleam we seek,
In dance, the hips begin to speak.
In karate, a black belt's pride,
In every field, we must confide.
School's release, a freeing grace,
Run and stumble, in this place.
Evening's homework, what a chore,
You, poor soul, and I implore.
Mother's eyes, a guiding star,
Crushed by the weight, near and far.
You, poor soul, and I, we are.
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.
