bala bala...

bala bala... shaitan ka saala
bala bala... raawan ne hai paala

bala bala... shaitan ka saala
bala bala... raawan ne hai paala

sab kahe mujhe
shaitan ka saala
bala bala bala bala
looto looto looto looto
japta hoon maala
bala bala bala bala
sab kahein mujhe shaitan ka saala
bala bala bala bala
log bolein bala kya cheez hai saala
bala bala bala bala
log bole bala
kya cheez hai saala
raavan ne hai paala
bole beti, mausi, khala
gore se gore ka munh karta hoon kaala
khud ki diwali aur auron ka diwala
bala bala bala... chichori pathshala
bala bala bala... keeda of the naala
(that's right!)

bala bala...
khaata hoon main murga daal ke masala
garibon ke munh se main cheenu main niwala
bala bala bala bala peg patiala
bala bala bala... keeda of the naala

bala bala....
bala bala... shaitan ka saala
bala bala... chichori pathshala
bala bala... shaitan ka saala
bala bala... arrey raavan ne hai paala
bala bala... shaitan ka saala
bala bala... chichori pathshala
bala bala... shaitan ka saala
bala bala... arrey raavan ne hai paala

A curse-child, a devil's spawn, it is said,
Yet cradled by the hand of the Divine.
They whisper, "Devil's spawn," as I tread,
While I chant a mantra, a lineage to entwine.

They cry, "Loot, loot, loot," a mantra's call,
They call me curse-child, what am I but that?
A thing they say, the Divine's blessed fall,
They say, "Daughter," with a cruel, mocking spat.
I darken the fairest face, turn it to night,
My own light blooms, their joy takes flight.

A school of mischief, a place to be free,
I feast on fowl, spiced and bold.
From the mouths of the poor, I steal with glee,
A drink from Patiala, a story to be told.

Curse-child, a devil's spawn, they now see,
A school of mischief, where shadows play,
A devil's spawn, yet guarded by He,
A place of mischief, where I hold my sway.