Karan Aujla – 5-7 Lyrics in English (Translation)

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I said, in friendship, there is no yours and mine, my brother,
The truly loyal ones don’t care for nearness or distance.
A sleeping lion should never be provoked,
And a stranger’s son should never be cornered just because he stands alone.

There are 5–7 things now… the first must be strong like Bikaneri steel,
The second—a man whose walk has the pride of a bull, my friend.
The third—his name must travel far, spoken in every place,
When he arrives from the village, girl, it should feel like a rally has come alive.

There was a time when she said, “Stay close, stay beside me always,”
Then she saw the Ferrari and asked, “Where are you going alone now?”
So many stand above you, yet all remain beneath you,
Seeing your rise, she claps and says, “Bravo, bravo, my love.”

There are 5–7 things… first, a black stallion must be there,
Second, at the farm, a pair of strong workers beside you.
Third, there must be honor—even if wealth is little,
And whoever rises against you must run back home twice as fast.

Look at courage, girl, don’t judge by appearance,
Don’t look at the push, don’t look at the blows taken.
Strength comes from within, not from the betrayers,
Don’t stare too long into these eyes—they might make your head spin.

There are 5–7 things… first, loyalty must be unbreakable,
Second, a kurta worn, and a jeep waiting beneath.
Third, wherever she stands, she must make him feel lucky,
Even when people pull his legs, he stands firm until they grow tired.

What will you do if you meet me every day?
Tell me, what should I do if my heart gets attached?
My beautiful one, my dreams here are different,
I need strength in my arms—the will to win every battle.

There are 5–7 things… first, clothes of LV must be worn,
Second, a restless fire inside—the hunger to do something big.
Third, friendship that endures—even if it brings pain,
And wherever the eyes lock, the truth must stand fearless.

My kurta beside your embroidered suit,
You keep remembering the roads of Ghurale,
When you ride with me on my nightly rounds,
In a minute and a half, a hundred and fifty salutes will echo.

There are 5–7 things… first, my mother must be happy,
Second, my father’s mustache must rise with pride toward God,
Third, my name must be known and asked about in the whole area,
Let my life go—but nothing should happen to my friends.

I don’t bend my path for cars wherever I walk,
For the bad, I am bad—for the good, I am good.
God above knows everything—why should I fear anyone?
Just 5–7 things… I never asked for more than that.

There are 5–7 things… first, a staff planted firm in the ground,
Second, eyes like a hawk, and courage like a lion,
Third, a presence vast and commanding like open land,
These 5–7 things are enough—nothing more is needed.

5–7 things now…
5–7 things now…
5–7 things…

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