Parmish Verma, Wazir Patar – Drive Thru Lyrics (English Translation)

Oh Gaddi’an Modify Thalle
Oh Jatt Gedi Laun Nu Challe
Mittr’an Da Rabb Hai Raakha
Oh Sardaari Jatt De Palle

We roll out in customized cars,
heading out for a drive like true Jatts.
God watches over our circle,
and carrying ourselves with pride comes naturally to us.

Oh Coffee Chakki Drive Thru Ton
Shakkeya Maal Pata Lagge..
Shakkeya Maal Pata Lagge Muh Ton
Ankhan Chadhiy’an, Gutt’an Te Ghadi’an
Oh Time Chakkan Yaar’an Da Pariy’an

We grabbed coffee from the drive-thru.
You can tell we’ve had a little something,
it’s written all over our faces.
Our eyes are heavy, expensive watches are on our wrists,
and the girls keep trying to catch our attention.

Billo Mehngi’an Number Plate’an
Naal Mehnat’an Laiyan Eh Tn
Bahar Saambheya Jiven Canada Ne
Pind Saambheya Saanu Saade Khet’a

Girl, those expensive number plates
were earned through hard work.
Just as Canada gave many people opportunities abroad,
our own fields have always looked after us back home.

Oh Seeti Wajjdi Rahugi Holland Di
Ni Paaya Chitta Kurta, Koi Lodd Ni Brand Di
Oh Kaddu Wajjda Rakaane Dekh Khad Ke
Ni June Mahina Khet’an Ch Duty Hundi Yaar Di

The Holland tractor will keep roaring in the fields.
I’m wearing a simple white kurta—I don’t need designer brands.
Watch us working the muddy land, girl.
June is when our real duty is out in the fields.

Jadon Haad Sohniye War’da Ni
Chitt Automatic Dar’da Ni
Oh Mull Paije Diesel Fukke Da
Jatt Rabb Naal Gall’an Karda Ni

When the scorching summer arrives, my dear,
fear never crosses my mind.
I just hope the diesel we’ve burned pays off,
and I leave the rest in God’s hands.

Tyre Bridgestone De Nawe Chadhaaye Gaddi Nu
Oh Dooje Din Hi Chandri Off-Roading Te Paa Layi
Saada Koi Bhet Ni Kiddar Dere Laa Laiye
Chobbar Ghummde Firde Ladakh Te Kadey Mohali

We put brand-new Bridgestone tires on the car,
and took it off-roading the very next day.
Nobody can guess where we’ll end up next.
One day we’re in Ladakh, another day in Mohali.

What’s Goin On? Pucche Facetime Te
Shawty Ser Jeha Ghumaave Meri Rhyme Te
Oh Mainu Ikko Gall Pucche Waar Waar
Kehndi Baaki Kamm Shadd, Meri Gall’an Da Jawaab De

She asks, “What’s going on?” over FaceTime,
nodding her head to my rhymes.
She keeps asking me the same thing again and again:
“Forget everything else and reply to me.”

Pind’on Bahar Tikaane Fakkar’an De
Jithe Marji Dass Dayi, Takkrange
Ikk Hatth Ch Stag Hunde Dooje Vich Raund
Aapa Chakkar Ghuma Daiye Chakkar’an De

Our hangout spots are outside the village.
Pick any place—we’ll show up there.
With a drink in one hand and rounds in the other,
we leave our rivals completely confused.

Haan Typical Desi Munda
Link Rakhe Deep Ni
Geda-Guda Kaddne Nu
Rakhi Ikk Jeep Ni

Yeah, I’m a typical desi guy,
with strong connections.
And I’ve always got a Jeep ready
whenever it’s time to go for a drive.

Nawe’an De Naal
Munda Khed’da Aa Chess
Hov’an Pind Jadon
Baabe’an Naal Khed’da Aa Seep Ni

Around the younger crowd,
I play chess.
But when I’m back in the village,
I sit with the elders and play seep.

Ya Tn Billboard Te Naam Saada
Ya Pind Atte Diyan Bori’an Te
Munde Sohniye Vekh Punjab Aale
Poore Bombay Diyan Story’an Te

Either our name is up on billboards,
or printed on the grain sacks back in the village.
Look at these boys from Punjab, girl—
they’re all over Mumbai’s social media stories.

Kaafla Gaddi’an Da
Signature Bann Geya Yaar’an Da
Jithe Jaiye
Raunak’an Laa Daiye Mutiyaare

Our convoy of cars
has become our trademark.
Wherever we go, girl,
we bring energy and excitement with us.

Sada Hass Ke Miliye
Jeda Milda Khush Hoke
Na Hi Ghar Ton
Na Hi Dil Ton Appa Maade

We always greet people with a smile
when they come to us with warmth.
We’re rich not just in what we’ve,
but in the kind of hearts we carry.