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One G - Pardes X PanjAab (Official Music Video)

Content warning: This video contains imagery of self-harm. It is an artistic piece meant to raise awareness about trauma, displacement, and loss. It does not promote or glorify self-harm. If you or someone you know is struggling, please reach out: Canada: Call or text 9-8-8 (Suicide Crisis Helpline) The passport shown is a printed prop. No real documents were used. Watch the official music video for 'Pardes X PanjAab' by One G. Stream now on all platforms: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/one... Pardes × PanjAab carries the pain of floods, of lost land, and of immigrants battling racism. Through struggle, I turn wounds into voice and silence into sound. One sound, one soul, One G. CONNECT with One G: Instagram:   / onebeing1g   Facebook:   / onebeing1g   Snapchat:   / onebeing1g   TikTok:   / onebeing1g   Singer/Lyricist/Composer: ONE G Production Company: 1NEG PRODUCTIONS Video: ELEVEN MEDIA Music: WONDER BOY RECORDS Cover Art: HEZRONART © 2025 1NEG Productions. All rights reserved. #pardesxpanjaab #onebeingonegod #hiphop #alternativehiphop #internationalartists #emotionalsongs #newmusic #newpunjabisong #staytuned #excited #musicrelease #onebeing1g #PardesXPanjAab #panjab #panjaab #international #internationalstudents #standwithpanjab #yesiamstudent #revolution #punjabfloods #immigrant #punjabicommunity LYRICS: Kartaar de rangaan nu Kaun samjh paaya Mere panjaab nu Mere panjaab ne hi dubaaya Rabb russi baithaa Dareyaa de sukke kande dekh Satluj mangdi ae haqq apna Kartaar de rang tan vekh Rabb russi baithaa Dareyaa de sukke kande dekh Satluj mangdi ae haqq apna Kartaar de rang tan vekh Satluj mangdi ae haqq apna Kartaar de rang tan vekh Bs Sun rahyiaan ne cheekhan Te saahan de muk rahe lekh Baapu kehnda mudh naa aayi Tu khush reh vich pardes Ethe pardesi nu aakhan saare Mudh jo apne des Hun kiddar nu mai jaava baapu Mera dubbeya des Hn kiddar nu mai jaava Mera apna na koi des Rabb russi baithaa Dareyaa de sukke kande dekh Satluj mangdi ae haqq apna Kartaar de rang tan vekh Satluj mangdi ae haqq apna Kartaar de rang tan vekh Hun khaab raatan nu aaunde Leharaan hoyiaan firdyiaan tej Jedhi mitti da c khaada Ohi mitti bhulyaa BHAARAT des Fir rachi puraani khed Ohi rachi puraani khed Rabb russi baithaa Dareyaa de sukke kande dekh Satluj mangdi ae haqq apna Kartaar de rang tan vekh Satluj mangdi ae haqq apna Kartaar de rang tan vekh Raajniti ne daubyaa Mera Panj Aaban da des Gaavaan majhyiaan v na chadyia Hadh lae gayi mere khet Gaavaan majhyiaan v na chadyia Hadh lae gayi mere khet Ho Dollaraan da ki krna Jad rullya mera des Bebe add plle c royi Saare sufne tutde dekh Dollaran da ki karnaa Rabb Rusi baithaa LYRICS in English : The wonders of the Creator, Who has ever understood? My PanjAab, My own PanjAab was drowned by its own people. God sits in sorrow, Watching the riverbanks run dry. The Satluj cries for its rightful share, Look at the wonders of the Creator. God sits in sorrow, Watching the riverbanks run dry. The Satluj cries for its rightful share, Look at the wonders of the Creator. The Satluj cries for its rightful share, Look at the wonders of the Creator. Only cries can be heard, And the writings of breath are fading. Father says, “Don’t return, Stay happy in foreign lands.” Here they call every migrant a stranger, "Go back to your homeland.” But where should I go, Father, When my own land is drowned? Where should I go, When I have no country of my own? God sits in sorrow, Watching the riverbanks run dry. The Satluj cries for its rightful share, Look at the wonders of the Creator. The Satluj cries for its rightful share, Look at the wonders of the Creator. Now Dreams haunt me in the night, Waves run fierce and wild. The soil that once fed all of India, That very soil, India has left behind. The old games rise once more, The same old games are played again. God sits in sorrow, Watching the riverbanks run dry. The Satluj cries for its rightful share, Look at the wonders of the Creator. The Satluj cries for its rightful share, Look at the wonders of the Creator. Politics has drowned, The land of five rivers. Even the cattle were not spared, Floods swept away my fields. Even the cattle were not spared, Floods swept away my fields. What’s the worth of dollars, When my homeland lies in ruins? Mother wept in anguish, Watching every dream shatter. What’s the worth of dollars? God sits in sorrow… © 2025 1NEG Productions. All rights reserved.