♫ Tanglish lyrics
↻ English translation
Vetta pottu kondaadudaa
Ivan nammaaludaa
Whistle pathaadhudaa
Kireedam aachu
Mundaasudaa
Ivan ninna idamae
Pattaasudaa poduu
Patti thotti chellamaaga
Enga veettu pillai ivan
Ettippaarkkuraan
Uchi thottu paarkkuraan
Vandikkattu sandaiyinnu
Munna vandhu ninnavana
Thatti thookkuraan
Mutti mutti pekkuraan
Thottu adichaa……
Pori parakkum
Ettu thisaiyum…ummm…
Kodipparakkum
Vetta pottu kondaadudaa
Ivan nammaaludaa
Whistle pathaadhudaa
Kireedam aachu
Mundaasudaa
Ivan ninna idamae
Pattaasudaa poduu
Ye vandha vazhiya
Marappadhilla
Pora vazhiya
Madhikkum pulla
Vanjagam illa manasukkulla
Muraiyaa sariyaa irupaan
Pachcha mannudaa
Uruvathula
Panjamae illa
Vevarathula
Vambuthumbunnaa adichi norukki
Finishing sariyaa koduppaan
Venaandaa akkapoaru
Nee thalli nikka paaru
Mudinjaa kai vachi paarudaa……
Ivan pona pakkam paaru
Ullooru thaandi kooda
Ivan pearu nikkum paarudaa
Male : Thottu adichaa…mm…
Pori parakkum
Ettu thisaiyum…ummm…
Kodipparakkum
Hei vetta pottu.. vetta pottu
Chorus :Vetta pottu kondaadudaa
Ivan nammaaludaa
Whistle pathaadhudaa
Kireedam aachu
Mundaasudaa
Ivan ninna idamae
Pattaasudaa poduu
Hei..hei..hei..hei..hei
Ahaa..aaa..hei poduu…
Cut loose and celebrate!
He is our man!
A whistle is not enough!
It has turned into a crown,
His simple turban!
Wherever he stands,
Firecrackers go off! Hit it!
The darling of every village and corner,
He is a son of our own home!
He sets his sights far,
And reaches to touch the very peak!
Whoever gathered a gang to pick a fight,
And stepped forward to face him,
He knocks them right out,
He charges head-on and rips them apart!
If he lands a blow...
Sparks will fly!
In all eight directions... mmm...
The flag will fly high!
Cut loose and celebrate!
He is our man!
A whistle is not enough!
It has turned into a crown,
His simple turban!
Wherever he stands,
Firecrackers go off! Hit it!
Hey, the path he came from,
He never forgets.
The path he walks,
He is a man who respects.
There is no deceit in his heart,
He stays righteous and fair.
He is completely innocent,
In his appearance,
With no shortage at all,
In his street smarts!
If anyone stirs up trouble, he crushes them,
And delivers the perfect finish!
Don't start any useless drama,
Just make sure you stay away!
Try laying a hand on him if you dare...
Look at the way he is heading,
Even far beyond our hometown,
Look, his name will stand proud!
Male: If he lands a blow... mmm...
Sparks will fly!
In all eight directions... mmm...
The flag will fly high!
Hey, cut loose.. cut loose!
Chorus: Cut loose and celebrate!
He is our man!
A whistle is not enough!
It has turned into a crown,
His simple turban!
Wherever he stands,
Firecrackers go off! Hit it!
Hey.. hey.. hey.. hey.. hey
Aaha.. aah.. hey, hit it!
Chorus
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