Yeh mera Bombay Lyrics
Nayaa din aur wohi puraani raastan
Tu kya hai jaanta, tu toh jharnaa hai mithaas ka
Yahaa koi phool nahi, yeh kaaton ka hai raasta
Sadko pe rehlunga, imaan ko naa bechungaa
Byaah hai yeh shehar se, yeh galiyaan meri mehbooba
My secrets hidden within the dust of these lanes
It’s a new day but the roads still the same
What do you know? You’re like the sweet springs
No flowers around here, this path is filled with thorns
I would rather live on the streets than sell my dignity
I am married to this city, these lanes are my beloved
WORD- Jharna - Springs
CONTEXT – A tribute to the city of Bombay (Mumbai), Divine confesses his love for the city. He points out the shortcomings in the city of seven islands. But he also points out that despite of all this, Mumbai is the city of dreams. If you can make it in Mumbai, you can make it anywhere in the world.
Tu karamchaari tera maalik mera dost hai
Mere bol jaise aag isliye jaltaa hai
Aaj kal mein phootne wala govinda ka matka hai
bhatka hai, Jaise chai mere naake pe
Laafe pe Laafe de, de gaali agar maa pe de
Try and hurt me, but I’m not within your reach
You’re an employee and your employer is my friend
My words are the reason this fire burns
Nowadays, I’m like Govinda’s pot about to explode
Lost like the tea pots in my corner
Slaps on slaps, if you abuse my mother
CONTEXT- Divine points out that his rhymes are the reason fire burns in the first place. Indicating the heat that he brings with his wordplay. In the fourth line, he refers to Govinda’s matka (pot) that’s broken during the festival of Janmashtami. People break the pot which contains butter. Thus Divine implies that his lyrical flow when unleashed, is as smooth as butter.
Bakriyon ki bheed mein yahaa mantriyaa kasaai hai
Toh aaiye, hum khud hi sipaayi hai
Rakshak ke naam pe yahaan mama log bhai hai
Yeh mera Bombay, yeh sabke zubaan pe
The shadows of this jungle
The politicians here are butchers among a herd of goats
So come, we are our own soldiers
Saviours just for namesake, the police out here are thugs
This is my Bombay, it’s on everyone’s tongue
TRIVIA- The flute at the beginning of the song is inspired by the title tune of - Malgudi Days. Divine as a kid loved the show and wanted to use it. The show is based on a book of the same name by author, R K Narayan. Malgudi is a fictional town in South India.
Ambani’s money, real slum dogs no acting, terrorists attacking
All we do is build back, my city runs faster than Jamaicans on a race track
Pigeons, potholes and palm shades
I’m in the slums like chicken on Sundays
Repping for the ones playing cricket on the one way
We does what it takes to get money in some way
CONTEXT- In the third line, Divine compares the speed at which Mumbai city functions to the Jamaican world record sprinters like Usain Bolt, Yohan Blake etc. It’s the city that never sleeps. People work non-stop, the reason why it’s the commercial capital of India.
Bhaarat ka raja mere shehar ke pass Taj hai
Kisiko khaana nahi sabko kaam yaar hai
Samjha na chote sabko hona kaamyaab hai
Rail ki patrii, nani ki lakdi, daftar ki makdi, gareebo ki basti,
rickshaw ki pappi, Mere shehar jaisa kuch nahi, nahi manta?
Jaa jakar puch kahi
If there’s no book in hand, then the hands have their own mind
King of the country, my city has the Taj
Some don’t wish to eat, everyone friends with their work
Hey junior, explain, everyone wants to succeed here
The railways, grandmother’s cane, office spiders, the slums
the autos, there’s nothing like my city, don’t believe me?
Go ahead and ask someone
CONTEXT- In the second line, Divine refers to the Taj Mahal Palace Hotel - A five star hotel situated in Colaba, Mumbai. It contains 560 rooms and 44 suites. Everyone from the President to celebrities and stars have lived in this hotel. It opened way back in 1903.