haye ni haye nakhra mera ni
high rated gabru nu mare
haye ni munde pagal ho gaye ne
mere gin gin lakk de hulare
haye ni haye nakhra mera ni
high rated gabru nu mare
haye ni munde pagal ho gaye ne
mere gin gin lakk de hulare

mere tedhe tedhe takhni kamal kar gayi
akkha na akkha na me tu sawal kar gayi
oo ha ha mere tedhe tedhe takhni kamal kar gayi
akkha na akkha na me tu sawal kar gayi
daily de kinne marde ne te kinne pehlan mai mare
haye ni haye nakhra mera ni
high rated gabru nu mare
haye ni munde pagal ho gaye ne
mere gin gin lakk de hulare

nakk vich paya koka kahar kamaunda ya
hath vich paya juda hath vi na aunda ya
nakk vich paya koka kahar kamaunda ya
hath vich paya juda hath vi na aunda ya
tere te shartan la la ke roj kinne ne hare
haye ni haye nakhra mera ni
high rated gabru nu mare
haye ni munde pagal ho gaye ne
mere gin gin lakk de hulare
haye ni haye nakhra mera ni
high rated gabru nu mare
haye ni munde pagal ho gaye ne
mere gin gin lakk de hulare

Oh, the sway of you, a vibrant game,
That fells the high-rated, a burning flame.
Lost in madness, the lads they stray,
Counting the curves of your beckoning sway.
Oh, the sway of you, a vibrant game,
That fells the high-rated, a burning flame.
Lost in madness, the lads they stray,
Counting the curves of your beckoning sway.

Your sideways glances, a crafted art,
Questions unspoken that pierce the heart.
Oh, yes, your sideways glances, a crafted art,
Questions unspoken that pierce the heart.
How many fall daily, how many you slay?
Oh, the sway of you, a vibrant game,
That fells the high-rated, a burning flame.
Lost in madness, the lads they stray,
Counting the curves of your beckoning sway.

The nose ring gleams, a storm it breeds,
The bangles clink, beyond mortal needs.
The nose ring gleams, a storm it breeds,
The bangles clink, beyond mortal needs.
On you they wager, and lose every day.
Oh, the sway of you, a vibrant game,
That fells the high-rated, a burning flame.
Lost in madness, the lads they stray,
Counting the curves of your beckoning sway.
Oh, the sway of you, a vibrant game,
That fells the high-rated, a burning flame.
Lost in madness, the lads they stray,
Counting the curves of your beckoning sway.