Gaal Ni Kadni – Parmish Verma Lyrics Meaning in English
This is a fun song in which the poet describes his life, his devilry, his bankruptcy and how he got this song made. All along the song, he repeatedly requests us to not abuse. Well, I guess I can’t say that the song is “fucking” good!
Singer: Parmish Verma
Lyrics: Vicky Gill
Music: Desi Crew
Ho kaiyan di taan soch hundi, Yaari vich cheat di
Par saddi yaari jivein, Road concrete di
A lot of people cheat in friendship
Our friendship is not like that, it’s rock solid, like a road built by concrete
Poore tihan da pawake, Tel chakk laiye vehicle’an
Ho bebe kehndi hatna ni, Jinna marzi main cheekh laan
We get 30 rupees worth of petrol and go out on our vehicles
(the poet wants to convey his bankruptcy)
My mom believes that I’ll not stop, no matter how much she shouts! (knows me pretty well)
Lammi hundi jandi ae, List yaaron lie di
Sau de nalo mehngi kade, Ainak ni layi di
Aayi utte aa gayi jadon, Hind naiyo chhadni
The list of my lies keeps growing
I’ve never bought sunglasses worth more that 100 rupees
If I get in to doing something, then there’s no way I’m going to leave it
Ho baaki jo marji hunda ho jave veere
Par gaal ni kadni
Whatever happens, let it happen brother
Just don’t abuse
Ho kaam hove ya na hove, Roz gehde hunde shehar de
Sara din waalan vich hath rehnde pher de
Kai ne sharabi kai yaar gym wale aan
Kai ne shareef kai bahle mere saale aa
No matter if I have any work or not, I’ll go and roam in the city (they live in a village)
My hands, all day, keep playing with my hair
Some of my friends are alcoholic, some are regular to the gym
Some of my friends are good, while some are very notorious!
Husan bathera khush hoiye dekh dekh ke
Mallo malli wala hai glow sadde face te
Turiye Moge nu saanu raat paindi Badhni
I get happy when I look at my face, and I look pretty frequently
I’ve got this natural glow on my face
If we start now from our city Moga, we’ll only reach Badhni till night (Badhni is not very far from main Moga. The writer wants to tell his friends to move quickly or else they’ll not be able to cover large distance and will have to stop at Badhni for the night.)
Ho baaki jo marji hunda ho jave veere
Par gaal ni kadni
Whatever happens, let it happen brother
Just don’t abuse
Nakli brand paunde pehli pehli copy’an
Aivein hi najayaj dinde rahida sappiyan
Aukhe vehle kaam da plan hai banaya ji
Jadon paise kade auto wala hadda tayaji
I wear the first copies of all the top brands
We keep on praising them (these clothes) needlessly
I’ve made a plan for bad times
When we run out of money, we start calling the auto driver as our uncle (taaya is father’s elder brother)
(to get free rides from him, of course)
Bhande bhunde maajh..
Oh sorry sorry.
Bunk boonk maar ke padhaiyan sab kittiyan
Modde te compartment waliyan ne feetiyan
Khushi bhawein ghami nitt murgi hai waddni
By washing utensils
Sorry sorry
With many bunks, I somehow completed my studies
The proud ribbons of failures shine on our shoulder (he’s trying to draw a parallel between the awards police and army get on their shoulders through ribbons and medals)
No matter if it’s a happy occasion, or a sad one, chicken will be cooked!
Khad ja teri bhain di
Gaal ni kadni
Stop you sister -fu…
Don’t abuse
Sirhane laake soja Mortein de coil nu
Dadhi follow kare Parmish de style nu
We light a mosquito repellant coil near our heads when we sleep
(the poet wants to show the state of bankruptcy)
The beard follows Parmish’s (Singer) style
Dekh ke police jatt ho jaiye kalti
Kehdi kudi jehdi sanu vekh ni palti
Miss call’an joge phone vich hunde note yaar
Red rood light’an wali ashikan ni chhoteya
Jithon sare roke deyan chandi utthe gaddni
We run away when we see the police
Who’s this girl who did not turn after seeing me
My mobile has just enough balance to make a miss call on any number
Lovers are allowed to jump the red lights
From whatever task/way everyone stops us, we’ll go and win/raise flags there
Baaki thonu agge pata hi yaar
Gaal ni kadni
Well, you know the rest
Do not abuse
Dhakke na likhaya geet yaar Vicky Gill ton
Serious hoke likh ditta ohne dil ton
Goldy te Satte kolon music bana leya
Jithon tak auna siga thoda bohta gaa leya
I pushed my fried Vicky Gill a lot to write this song
He got serious and wrote this song with all his heart
I got Goldy and Satte to make the music
And whatever little I know, I sang this song
Laggeya de change sir mathe parwane aa
Maada lagge ab ki hai laini meri jaan aa
Agle gaane ch appa end kar chhadni
If you like this song, I’m very thankful to you
If not, do you want to take my life then (he says this in jest)
We’ll rock the next song
Ho baaki jo marji hunda ho jave veere
Comment’an ch gaal ni kadni
Do whatever you want to do brother,
Just, do not abuse in comments
Paindiyaa phir takk champion
Changa phir agli gali
Something which hits your chest/heart (figuratively) (which makes you skip a heartbeat or increases your heartbeat)
All right then, next song
