Mera joota hai Japani, yeh patloon Englishtani, sar pe laal topi Russi ... phir bhi dil hai Hindustani

My shoes are Japanese, these pants are British, I have a Russian red hat on my head ... but still my heart is Indian

Dil ka dard aur aankhon ke aasun chupane ke liye ... yeh bewakoof maskare ka bhes bade kaam ki cheez hai

To hide the pain of the heart and the tears of the eyes ... a disguise of a smiling face is very useful

Yeh Bambai hai mere bhai Bambai ... yahan doosro ko girta dekhkar sab haste hai ... magar jab khud girte hai toh hasna bhool jaate hai

This is Mumbai my friend ... here everyone laughs when someone falls ... but when they themselves fall, they forget to laugh

Aaj gareeb bhi gareeb ko nahi pehchanta

Today one poor person doesn't know another poor person

Mumbai ko koi nahi khareed sakta ... Mumbai sabko khareed leti hai aur apna kaam nikaalkar kisi raddi waale ki dukaan mein phek deti hai

No one can buy Mumbai ... Mumbai buys everyone and then when it is done with them, it throws them in a scrap shop

Yeh Bambai hai mere bhai Bambai ... yahan sach bolkar pet bharne ka raasta dhoondne se nahi milta ... aur jhoot bolkar paise banane ke raaste hai 420

This is Mumbai my friend ... here you will not find a way to fill your stomach by saying the truth ... but you will find 420 ways to make money by lying

Yeh Bambai hai mere bhai Bambai ... yahan buildinge banti hai cement ki aur insaanon ke dil patthar ke

This is Mumbai my friend ... here buildings are made from cement and peoples hearts are made from stones