Sidhu Moose Wala – 295 Lyrics In English

Tell me, son, whose head is held down in sorrow,
Once he laughed and stayed silent in sorrow.
Those who stand in the doorway with a signboard,
I know well who is who, no need to inquire.

Some here want to show off their silver,
Some want to knock you down below,
Some come here hungry for fame,
Taking your name ahead, they wish to rise.

Trouble strikes and keeps coming,
You don’t hide, you enjoy the world,
And those who stand on your path,
Here, disgrace comes at a high price.

Always creating controversy,
Using the name of faith, debates arise,
If I speak the truth, I’ll face section 295,
If you progress, my son, you’ll be hated.

Always creating controversy,
Using the name of faith, debates arise,
If I speak the truth, I’ll face section 295,
If you progress, my son, you’ll be hated.

Today, many distort traditions,
Question everything and ponder,
This is how God, like extending a hand,
Wakes up when the newspaper is lifted in the morning.

Stay quiet, sons, don’t reveal secrets,
Leaders here give out bullets with rights,
Oh, those who boast about John and Steve,
They go around pretending to be mothers.

Oh, here, even the lies have a fact,
Thieves are seen as social reformers,
Put on the cloak of truth, those who loot others,
They will soon be exposed, even they will be caught.

Always creating controversy,
Using the name of faith, debates arise,
If I speak the truth, I’ll face section 295,
If you progress, my son, you’ll be hated.

Always creating controversy,
Using the name of faith, debates arise,
If I speak the truth, I’ll face section 295,
If you progress, my son, you’ll be hated.

People throw stones at full pitchers,
They reach mothers in their nests,
Who’s a dog, who’s a pimp,
Certificates are given on Facebook.

Leaders come, giving them hope,
They take votes and then slap them,
Don’t know where conscience is at that time,
These scoundrels have no shame.

They applaud those who run away,
When they’re cornered, they talk big,
What difference does it make if you and your mother,
Are separated here, you’ll meet soon.

Always creating controversy,
Using the name of faith, debates arise,
If I speak the truth, I’ll face section 295,
If you progress, my son, you’ll be hated.

Now, with your strength, lead the way,
Don’t take photos here,
Someone might falsely accuse you,
Who believes in God so much,
People become judges by doing your work.

You’ve bowed down, but you haven’t become weak,
The turban on your head, not on the roads,
Ask these self-proclaimed experts,
Our path will also be broken soon.

Put an end to this dirty politics,
Abandon those who use religion for personal gain,
If you don’t find any youngsters taking a stand,
Or else, you’ll quickly find their remedy.

Always creating controversy,
Using the name of faith, debates arise,
If I speak the truth, I’ll face section 295,
If you progress, my son, you’ll be hated.

Media sits as ignorant commentators today,
They keep repeating the same lies again and again,
Sitting with the elders, they gossip,
And give their show a sensational name.

Evenings and mornings, they create conflicts,
With you, they create chaos needlessly,
24 hours and even before sleep,
Those songs will keep playing in your mind.

Even if the crowd turns difficult on you,
These fellows shout loudly at you,
But remember one thing, my son,
Ah, your father is indeed proud of you.

You got lost, and the world spread rumors,
Rise, my son, the one with the beard like a sage,
If you keep speaking the truth in your songs,
The coming generation will be educated quickly.

Always creating controversy,
Using the name of faith, debates arise,
If I speak the truth, I’ll face section 295,
If you progress, my son, you’ll be hated.