Song Credits
| Song | Aroma |
|---|---|
| Album | The Call of Panjab |
| Artist | Diljit Dosanjh |
| Musician | Tru-Skool |
| Lyricist | Raj Ranjodh |
| Label | Diljit Dosanjh |
Aroma Lyrics English Translation | Diljit Dosanjh
Oh mardaan di gall hundi yakkyaan di nahi
It’s a talk of real men, not of reckless boys
Jurrataan di talk hundi chakkyaan di nahi
It’s about courage, not cheap show-offs
Saahnaan naal phirda swaad lain nu
He walks fearless, tasting life with every breath
Soorme di baazi hundi yakkyaan di nahi
A warrior’s game belongs to the brave, never to the hollow-hearted
Oh rakhiyaan ne 47’ian khulli baare wangu goliyan chalaunda
They guard with AKs, firing bullets like a storm unleashed
Ni mitra de ni mitra de
Oh my friends, my brothers
Ni mitraan de hath chon kude challi gun da gun da aroma aaunda
From their hands, girl, when the gun fires, its fierce scent fills the air
Ni mitraan de hath chon kude challi gun da gun da aroma aaunda
From their hands, girl, when the gun fires, its fierce scent fills the air
Ni mitraan de hath chon kude
From the hands of my crew, girl
Oh lagdi trolley saanu ghera paun nu
It takes a whole convoy just to try and surround us
Hollow point chaldi khalaare paun nu
Hollow points tear through, scattering chaos everywhere
Keh ke oye saanu jehda og bannda mint lagge moonhon bai ji kadhaun nu
Anyone acting tough folds quickly, calling us “brother” in seconds
Oh aaunde vairi jehde bukkde stretcher’an te wapsi karaunda
Enemies who roar return silent, carried away on stretchers
Ni mitraan de ni mitraan de
Oh my brothers, my people
Ni mitraan de hath chon kude challi gun da gun da aroma aaunda
From their hands, girl, comes that burning scent of firepower
Ni mitraan de hath chon kude challi gun da gun da aroma aaunda
From their hands, girl, comes that burning scent of firepower
Ni mitraan de hath chon kudey
From the hands of my crew, girl
Oh tank vaangu modhi poori jack payi aa dollar’an naal diggi vi stack payi aa
Built like a tank, fully loaded, even the stash overflows with dollars
Oh custom made laaya Nomad ni V12 di Bugatti vi black payi aa
Custom rides in the lineup, even a black Bugatti with a roaring V12
Ho adde dhuaan 40 foot ni Raj tyre’an naal aathe aa banaun da
Smoke rises sky-high as Raj spins the tires into blazing circles
Ni mitraan de ni mitraan de
Oh my brothers, my circle
Ni mitraan de hatth chon kude challi gun da gun da aroma aaunda
From their hands, girl, the scent of fire never fades
Ni mitraan de hatth chon kude challi gun da gun da aroma aaunda
From their hands, girl, the scent of fire never fades
Ni mitraan de hatth chon kude
From the hands of my crew, girl
Mainu Punjabi bol mainu Angrezi jehi ni aaundi
Speak to me in Punjabi, I don’t belong to polished English
Punjabi bol
Just speak my language, Punjabi