Prince Narula’s track ‘Bolero,’ featuring Pranjal Dahiya with lyrics by Raees, establishes a conflict over a car purchase. A woman voices frustration, stating she asked for a modern Thar a hundred thousand times. Her husband, however, once again buys the rugged Bolero.
The man’s world is defined by local power and traditional codes. His presence is compared to a police inspector’s authority, and his crew greets others with a formal ‘Ram Ram’ instead of a casual ‘Hello’. This reinforces his identity, which is tied to his community and reputation.
Manne Thar Se Pasand Lakha’an Baar Keh LiI’ve told you a hundred thousand times that I want a Thar.
Mere Saiyaan Ji Ne Phir Te Bolero Le LiBut my husband went and bought a Bolero again.
Oo Manne Thar Se Pasand Lakha’an Baar Keh LiOh, I’ve told you a hundred thousand times that I want a Thar.
Mere Saiyaan Ji Ne Phir Te Bolero Le LiBut my husband went and bought a Bolero again.
Akhan Utte Cartier Dabb Ch Clip HaiHe has Cartier glasses on his eyes and a clip in his waistband.
Utte Kali Raat Ae Te Chale Chitti Whip HaiIt’s a black night, and a white whip is on the move.
Veri Saare Rip Ae Ni Munda Aaya Game Ch NiAll our enemies are resting in peace now that I’ve entered the game.
Russian Weapon Ae Ni Kithe Equip HaiHe’s equipped with a Russian weapon somewhere.
Banda Cloud Billo Sadde Maare Fire DaGirl, we create storms with our gunfire.
Munda Billo Vajda Shikari Tere Sheher DaGirl, the boy is known as a hunter in your city.
Mere Ala Bhareya Ae Heere Jeha Yaar NiMy man is a gem, a true friend.
Bana Ke De Du Koka Billo Tere Nakk Size DaHe’ll have a ‘koka’ nose stud made just for your size.
Kyu Rakhe Se Dil Maila Kyu Gaadi Na MailiWhy is your heart so stubborn? Your car isn’t even dirty.
Mere Saiyaan Ji Ne Phir Te Bolero Le LiBut my husband went and bought a Bolero again.
Manne Thar Se Pasand Lakha’an Baar Keh LiI’ve told you a hundred thousand times that I want a Thar.
Mere Saiyaan Ji Ne Phir Te Bolero Le LiBut my husband went and bought a Bolero again.
Tu Kaafile Mein Aave Teri Khabar Aave Akhbaran MeinYou arrive in a convoy, and your news hits the papers.
Gaadi Ke Bhitar Hande Se Yaara Gail Tu Daara MeinYou roam around in your car with your whole crew.
‘Raees’ Main Tujhse Ruth Gayi Na Likh Ke Manne Manave TuI’m upset with you, ‘Raees’ the rich one, but you won’t even write to win me back.
Gail Rakhe Weapon Main Dabban Ke Paas Na Aave TuYou keep a weapon by your side, so I can’t even get close.
Tyre Jaave Fukdi Ni Car Jaave ShukdiThe tires screech and the car roars down the road.
Ronda Di Fragrance Marda Sandook NiThe trunk smells of gunpowder from the bullets.
Muchhan Saddi Khadiyan Akhan Saddi ChadhiyanOur mustaches are twirled up, and our eyes are intense.
Gutt Naal Lagiyan Ne Mehngi Mehngi GhadiyanExpensive watches are fastened to our wrists.
Bhan Dinde Adiyan Te Bhan De Guroor BilloWe break stubbornness and we break pride, girl.
Maal Peya Khideya Te Chehre Utte Noor BilloWe’re high on our stuff, and our faces are glowing, girl.
Saare Din Bhajje Rehnde Yaariyan De Kamm NuWe’re busy all day running errands for our brotherhood.
Ni Sadde Kolon Rehndiyan Ne Aalsan Vi Door BilloEven laziness stays far away from us, girl.
Meri Rail Bana Ke Tu Yaaran Gail Jaave RailiYou line them up like a train and go on rallies with your friends.
Mere Saiyaan Ji Ne Phir Te Bolero Le LiBut my husband went and bought a Bolero again.
Oh Manne Thar Se Pasand Lakha’an Baar Keh LiOh, I’ve told you a hundred thousand times that I want a Thar.
Mere Saiyaan Ji Ne Phir Te Bolero Le LiBut my husband went and bought a Bolero again.
Subah Billboard Mein Re Shaam Ne Vivadan MeinI’m on billboards in the morning and in controversies by evening.
Choriyan Ke Dilan Mein Daroga Geri Kada MeinI’m like a ‘Daroga’ police inspector in the girls’ hearts when I’m out on my rounds.
Chora Haryane Aala Paisa Bole Khaatan MeinI’m a boy from Haryana, my money speaks in my bank accounts.
Bole Mhara Naam Chori Bolun Koni Zyada MainGirl, my reputation speaks for itself, I don’t talk much.
Bhaichara Sath Mere Lath Le Re Hath MeinMy brotherhood is with me, with wooden staffs in their hands.
Vairi Agge Sheher Mere Raat Chore Kaat ReMy boys cut down our enemies in the middle of the city at night.
Engine V8 Ka Yo Maare Dekh Laat ReLook at this V8 engine, see how it kicks.
Dekh Tu Vajan Chori Kalli Kalli Baat MeinGirl, feel the weight in every single word I say.
Chore Hove Charche Mein Chore Hove Parche MeinThe boys are in the gossip, the boys are in police reports.
Kare Na Kanjoosi Koi Chore Kadde Kharche MeinThe boys are never stingy when it comes to spending.
Choreyan Ka Naam Bole Choreyan Ka Kaam BoleThe boys’ reputation speaks, the boys’ actions speak.
Hello Hii Bolte Na Chore Ram Ram BoleThe boys don’t say ‘Hello’ or ‘Hi’, they greet you with ‘Ram Ram’.
Faridabad Se Chandigarh Tak Baat FailiThe news has spread from Faridabad to Chandigarh.
Mere Saiyaan Ji Ne Phir Te Bolero Le LiBut my husband went and bought a Bolero again.
Oh Manne Thar Se Pasand Lakha’an Baar Keh LiOh, I’ve told you a hundred thousand times that I want a Thar.
Mere Saiyaan Ji Ne Phir Te Bolero Le LiBut my husband went and bought a Bolero again.
Tola Hathan Ch Te Jeb Ch Stang NiA gold bar in hand and a blade in my pocket.
Ta Baajan To Vi Uchiyan UdariyanOur flights are higher than even the hawks.
Pata Lag Janda Billo Chandigarh NuAll of Chandigarh knows it, girl,
Te Assi Phirni To Mod Li FerrariyanWhen we turn our Ferraris from the outer ring road.
Naaran Jach Ke Aundiyan Jattan VasteThe girls come all dressed up for the Jatt boys,
Sampark Banaun Na Aa FirdiTrying to make a connection with us.
Jide Pichhe Ae Ni Bombay Saara KamlaThe one who all of Bombay is crazy for,
Fan Mitran Di Hoyi Bade Chir DiHas been a fan of ours for a long time.
Lagge Pent House Vich Kude MehfilanWe hold gatherings in the penthouse, girl.
Nede Badlan De Khule Balvenie NiThe Balvenie scotch is opened up near the clouds.
Ajj Oh Hi Billo Naal Sadde Behnde AaToday, the very same people sit with us,
School Behnde Si Jo Naal Canteen NiWho used to sit with us in the school canteen.
Itvaar Pive Whisky Hukka Chale DailyHe drinks whiskey on Sundays and smokes the ‘hukka’ pipe daily.
Mere Saiyaan Ji Ne Phir Te Bolero Le LiBut my husband went and bought a Bolero again.
Oh Manne Thar Se Pasand Lakha’an Baar Keh LiOh, I’ve told you a hundred thousand times that I want a Thar.
Mere Saiyaan Ji Ne Phir Te Bolero LeBut my husband went and bought a Bolero.
The song alternates between the woman’s complaint and the man’s justifications. This structure gives the ‘Bolero’ lyrics meaning beyond a simple vehicle dispute. The car choice becomes a firm statement of cultural identity, valuing rustic power over modern aesthetics.