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Sheeshe Moore



“Produced by: Fatal Urge Carefree Kiss.”



Verse 1:
Khad sheeshe moore haar te shingar kardi,
Nit shareyam naina naal var kardi.
(Standing in front of a mirror she does her make up,
And then openly assaults with her eyes everyday.)
Jad college nu banke oh hoor jaugi,
Ohde piche piche pind di mundeer augi.
(When she’ll arrive at college dressed to kill,
Every dude on the block would follow her there.)
Nahiyon naran piche ladne toh Jatt talde. (x2)
Nit wadiyan di TV te news augi.
(But men never shirk from fighting over women,
So all you’ll hear on News is mayhem everyday.)

Chorus:
Hagi sheeshe moore khad ke shingar kardi,
Sanu khabran ne saj ke jaroor augi.
(She’s doing her make up in front of a mirror,
And we’ve got the news she’ll be coming all decked up.)
Jide haseyan te jaan kurban karti.
Bhabhi thodi sadi banke mashook jaugi.
(On whose smile have I staked my life,
Today that sister-in-law of yours would leave as your bro’s misus.)

Verse 2:
Laye jean utte jine yaaro chan tare ne.
Ohde lareyan ne gabroo shaukeen mare ne.
(The one who’s sticked stars and moon on her jeans,
Her lies have smitten many a youth.)
Chitte top vich luke na jawani chad di.
Dil mundeyan de haari vich daal kad di.
(White top can’t keep her flowering youth a secret,
And boys’ hearts are like curry pots simmering in oven.)
Jehre piche piche banke bater chalde. (x2)
Sidhi siveyan nu ohna di baraat jaugi.
(Those who dare follow her like birds,
There marriage processions are headed straight to cemetry.)

Chorus:
Hagi sheeshe moore khad ke shingar kardi,
Sanu khabran ne saj ke jaroor augi.
(She’s doing her make up in front of a mirror,
And we’ve got the news she’ll be coming all decked up.)
Jide roop di gawahiyan hai shabab bhardi.
Bhabhi thodi sadi banke mashook jaugi.
(Whose beauty testify even flowers,
Today that sister-in-law of yours would leave as your bro’s misus.)

Verse 3:
Aiven time-pass karna fazool gal hai.
Ohde cha poore karna kabool kal hai.
(Time-pass is such a waste,
I agree to fulfil all her desires tomorrow.)
Aj gallan bataan karneyan canteen vich.
Kal kahuga jaman ehe jodi hai ji tich.
(Today I am just gonna chat her up in the canteen,
And tomorrow the whole world will hail us as couple-goals.)
Paigee yaari sadi dekhyo anar chalde. (x2)
Sard addi tak sari hi mundeer jaugi.
(Watch the fireworks explode once our relationship blossoms,
While all other boys would be charred to their heels by jealousy.)

Chorus:
Hagi sheeshe moore khad ke shingar kardi,
Sanu khabran ne saj ke jaroor augi.
(She’s doing her make up in front of a mirror,
And we’ve got the news she’ll be coming all decked up.)
Sade pyar da hai chori ikrar kardi,
Bhabhi thodi sadi banke mashook jaugi.
(She professes our love but only in secret,
But today that sister-in-law of yours would leave as your bro’s misus.)



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