Sonu Nigam – Mitti Ke Bete Lyrics (from Border 2) in English (Translation)

They were carefree and fearless at heart,
They were carefree and fearless at heart,
They even laughed in the face of death.
Those who carried the nation within their hearts
Also carried their shrouds upon their heads.

When we raise the tricolour,
We will return to memory like an involuntary sob.

Those sons of the soil who never came back,
Those who never returned were sons of the soil.
Those beloved children of their mothers who never came back,
Those who never returned were sons of the soil,
Sons of this very land.

Sons of the soil, sons of the soil,
Sons of this very land.

For whom our Sardar once
Swung from the gallows,
We never let even a grain of dust
Settle on that spotless tricolour,
That spotless tricolour,
That spotless tricolour.

Only you know your pain, father,
Only you know your pain, father.
I am mad with happiness.
The one in whose lap I once played,
Now I leave upon her shoulder.

When our beloved go to the border,
We will return to memory like an involuntary sob.

Those sons of the soil who never came back,
Those who never returned were sons of the soil.
Those beloved children of their mothers who never came back,
Those who never returned were sons of the soil,
Sons of this very land.

Oh fate, who knew
You would deceive friends like this?
The sun that once rose as our own
Would set like this,
Would set like this,
Would set like this.

Without you, even we,
Without you, even we,
Will return half and incomplete.
Into your funeral pyre, quietly,
A part of our own selves
Will burn away as well.

When friends embrace one another,
We will return to memory like an involuntary sob.

Those sons of the soil who never came back,
Those who never returned were sons of the soil.
Those beloved children of their mothers who never came back,
Those who never returned were sons of the soil,
Sons of this very land.

My pain never truly sleeps,
This waiting never truly ends.
Lamps keep burning at the doorstep,
Some Ram never returned,
Some Ram never returned,
Some Ram never returned.

Fill a cup in my name,
Drink it after many years.
Father, I will no longer be here,
You must live my youth for me.

When we sing the national anthem,
We will return to memory like an involuntary sob.

Those sons of the soil who never came back,
Those who never returned were sons of the soil.
Those beloved children of their mothers who never came back,
Those who never returned were sons of the soil,
Sons of this very land.