Kaiku aai mere aangan me phir sae tune.
Itna miss kiya mera randi bulana thuje?

Chalo baath maan liye ki tum sorry ho,
Par rahogey thum jindagi bhar jaise hoe-whore-hoe.

Kya faida bath-e karke tujse,
Dil ka sachha jo hu, badi muskil se.

Muje dard paunchana bada aasaan,
Par santusht rakna? Na hoga tujse wo kaam.

Chalo dundo tumar badva aur kahi,
Na dekna muje tera randi-chera, chick-ni sahi.

Em ayendi lanja neku,
Enno abbailu kaval ante ostar an-annavu.

Nak gurrthu-nadi ne-yoka anni matalu,
Nijam, thappu, mana aata-lu kot-latalu.

Gurthundha okasar annav, "I think I'm falling for you."
Nen patukichukole, cause I was lost in someone you look like too.

I've known you only for a little while,
But I can tell a lot from experience and your style.

That you treat yourself so brutishly bad,
Cause you hate that you love your casteist dad.

As hard as it is to pry a mother from her son,
I think it's harder to take a daughter from someone.

Daddy's been hating since the onset of maturity,
Cause you gotta leave him and go eventually.

Foolish you are for chasing self-harm ‘n abuse,
I know (how the heartbroken soothe,

their existence in suffering for some sanity,
cause rejection the best of us take quite badly.

Ask me of the troubles I've seen,
Amongst (this country of infidelity.

The way a good-girl invests her virginity,
Is so unlike a first-time boyfriend trying to be.

It's pure, mature and beyond a boy's needs,
All to impress a crush, tummy-butteryflies : a priority.

You desi girls understand commitment so much better,
Blessed-enough not to have lived the horrors of another-brother.

I know how gratifying for a whore like you it is,
To bring a good man to commit his sins.

Cause you can't have a kite that's caught by two,
I know you'd tear me up and stare into your casteist-nazi-sankranthi blue.