Panthalchant Lyrics English Translation – Dabzee, Baby Jean, Joker | Panthal Chant

Let’s go play football!
Let’s go play football!
Let’s go play football!
Let’s go play football!

Why you sulking, mama’s boy?
Let’s go play football!
There’s a football match on the field, my dear
Let’s go play football!
Sip that tea, hurry up, you dog! Shorts soaked in the drizzling rain
Bro, call our man, fast! Take a quick rinse
Hit the pitch, don’t wander, you wild thing!
Grab those snacks, stash ‘em in your pockets
Step it up, don’t let us need a sub
Play that football, sometimes foul
Take the centre, steal the crowd
Touch that bucket, you’re whacked
Maimuna aunty, got some water?
Us kids are parched
Don’t gulp it, fool, tummy will twist
If you’re out of play, I’m out too!
Pull the trigger, break a leg
Run, fall, rise, just keep on playin’!

Naji at the ridge, his ‘Adibas’ bag and kicks
Foul-play legend, tricks like an owl
Ya Allah, that’s our Abbas!
Paasil too on the ridge, slow and steady
His shorts ripping through
Who’s stepped up to take us on?
Got the guts? Beat ‘Cheythaan Mukku’ or shut up!

Let’s go play football!
Let’s go play football!
Let’s go play football!
Let’s go play football!
Let’s go play football!
Let’s go play football!

This way! Come! Come on!

Let’s go play football!

Swung my foot, gave him a look
And I just dribbled him past, slammed the post right
And I’m just picking up the pace
He tackled me down, his ego flaring up
Ouch, there he goes, out with a red card
And he’s like, ‘What the “pugg-man”!’
Cut the drama, man!
Can’t play? Just chill in the gallery, man!

You know there’s boys outside, full kit, ready to go
So what’s your excuse?
This game ain’t still for those beginners
Dancing on the field, players in rhythm
Ball spinning, boots flying
Eyes, shoulders, and head in the game
Feinted to the near post, chipped it to the far
Foul me, try to bring me down
Even if I fall, heads down I’ll rise again
Look up, and remember my mom’s strength

Hey, Moidu!
Look at me! Pass me the ball, dude!
Pass me the ball!
Hey, Azeem!

Hit the halfway mark, seized the ball
Paused, took a tackle
Spotted the gap, sprinted towards the goal
Defenders closed in
But my squad moved in, playing ‘tiki-taka’
And passed it back to me
Twist and turn, slide and glide
Fancy footwork, keep it tight
Step-over, nutmeg
Back-heel, with every curve
Don’t doubt, just watch!
The bigger the ego, the louder the show
When it’s time to step up, will you blow it or blow up?

Palm post stands tall, so hard to score
Feet deep in embers, from dawn to dusk, burning with passion
Winners flaunt, the pitch their stage
Chill with a soda, cool off from the kick

Could’ve passed it, no?
Could’ve passed it, no?
Could’ve passed it, no?
Could’ve passed it, no?
Could’ve passed it, no?
Could’ve passed it, no?
Could’ve passed it, no?
Could’ve passed it, no?

Could’ve passed it, no?
Could’ve passed it, no?
Could’ve passed it, no?
Could’ve passed it, no?
Could’ve passed it, no?
Could’ve passed it, no?
Could’ve passed it, no?
Could’ve passed it, no?

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