Dera Sheran Da Lyrics

Gen-Z Lyrics brings you Dera Sheran Da Lyrics, performed by Gulab Sidhu. The concept for this Punjabi track originated with Sukh Lotey, who went on to craft it into a impactful masterpiece. The song came to life through Gary Chahil, the producer behind it.

Aaye si lain dilliyon mere kol 11 goli di
Pakki rafal aa mere kol sarkaari thaneyo mili
Hoi moohre goli maarni pichhe baithe te nahi
Tel murh murh giya aa ke

Rang kankee yaar ankhi
Rang kankee yaar ankhi

Koi rob dikha ju kinjh kude ni dera sheran da
Oh jo mitran da pind kude ni dera sheran da
Jo mitran da pind kude ni dera sheran da

Oh hunde jitthe ikatthe kude keerri vi na tappe
Modheyan te raflan banereyan te lagge
Oh tempu saale chowkan utte maarde slip
Court te kachehri nit ghumme saadi beep

Engine karne nu lagda ni jitthe bind kude ni dera sheran da
Oh jo mitran da pind kude ni dera sheran da
Jo mitran da pind kude ni dera sheran da

Oh jatt di haveli moohre bhokde ni kutte
Dhote da ih tattoo khabbi arm de utte
O yaar velli sidhe koi hai ni waal wing
Sukh lote naam te jaa khep liya pind

Nit arde ne guddiyan de jitthe singh kude ni dera sheran da
Oh jo mitran da pind kude ni dera sheran da
Jo mitran da pind kude ni dera sheran da

Naaran pichhe ghedi saanu khaandi nahi yo waara
Malwe de jatt tora gaggu gill wala
O landi jeep wairiyan de shehar mitti jhaade
Sidhe saadhe jattan mahenge leere latte chaade

Jitthe ardayan tappda ni koi ding kude ni dera sheran da
Oh jo mitran da pind kude ni dera sheran da
Jo mitran da pind kude ni dera sheran da

written by: Sukh Lotey

Dera Sheran Da Lyrics in English Translation

Aaye si lain dilliyon mere kol 11 goli di
(They came to take — I had eleven rounds on me.)
Pakki rafal aa mere kol sarkaari thaneyo mili
(I’ve got a solid rifle on me — got it from the government police station.)
Hoi moohre goli maarni pichhe baithe te nahi
(I don’t shoot from behind — I face them head-on.)
Tel murh murh giya aa ke
(The oil keeps slipping and turning back.)

Rang kankee yaar ankhi
(The color’s in your eyes, my friend.)
Rang kankee yaar ankhi
(The color’s in your eyes, my friend.)

Koi rob dikha ju kinjh kude ni dera sheran da
(Show some swagger — see how the girls don’t hang at Shera’s camp.)
Oh jo mitran da pind kude ni dera sheran da
(Oh — the girls from my friends’ village don’t hang at Shera’s camp.)
Jo mitran da pind kude ni dera sheran da
(Oh — the girls from my friends’ village don’t hang at Shera’s camp.)

Oh hunde jitthe ikatthe kude keerri vi na tappe
(Where they gather together, not even a worm gets spared.)
Modheyan te raflan banereyan te lagge
(Rifles on shoulders, banners draped on balconies.)
Oh tempu saale chowkan utte maarde slip
(That tempo tears up the chowk with bold burnouts.)
Court te kachehri nit ghumme saadi beep
(Our horn’s always ringing at courts and tribunals every day.)

Engine karne nu lagda ni jitthe bind kude ni dera sheran da
(The engine won’t even turn where the girls of my friends’ village don’t hang at Shera’s camp.)
Oh jo mitran da pind kude ni dera sheran da
(Oh — the girls from my friends’ village don’t hang at Shera’s camp.)
Jo mitran da pind kude ni dera sheran da
(Oh — the girls from my friends’ village don’t hang at Shera’s camp.)

Oh jatt di haveli moohre bhokde ni kutte
(In front of the Jatt’s haveli, even the stray dogs won’t bark.)
Dhote da ih tattoo khabbi arm de utte
(Dhote’s tattoo sits bold on the left arm.)
O yaar velli sidhe koi hai ni waal wing
(Mate, no one’s plain or idle — we’re all wild-wing.)
Sukh lote naam te jaa khep liya pind
(For Sukh Lote’s name, the village’s been taken over.)

Nit arde ne guddiyan de jitthe singh kude ni dera sheran da
(Every day the Singh’s dolls roam where the girls of my friends’ village don’t hang at Shera’s camp.)
Oh jo mitran da pind kude ni dera sheran da
(Oh — the girls from my friends’ village don’t hang at Shera’s camp.)
Jo mitran da pind kude ni dera sheran da
(Oh — the girls from my friends’ village don’t hang at Shera’s camp.)

Naaran pichhe ghedi saanu khaandi nahi yo waara
(We don’t tail behind the girls’ cars — not our way this time.)
Malwe de jatt tora gaggu gill wala
(A Malwe Jatt — like Gaggu Gill.)
O landi jeep wairiyan de shehar mitti jhaade
(That rickety jeep strips the dust off the enemies’ town.)
Sidhe saadhe jattan mahenge leere latte chaade
(Straightforward Jatts wear expensive laced boots.)

Jitthe ardayan tappda ni koi ding kude ni dera sheran da
(Where no one beats the drum, where the girls of my friends’ village don’t hang at Shera’s camp.)
Oh jo mitran da pind kude ni dera sheran da
(Oh — the girls from my friends’ village don’t hang at Shera’s camp.)
Jo mitran da pind kude ni dera sheran da
(Oh — the girls from my friends’ village don’t hang at Shera’s camp.)

“Dera Sheran Da” Song Meaning Explained

The Big Picture

Right away the title, “Dera Sheran Da”, sets the scene, it feels like a stamp of belonging, a name that carries weight, pride, and a little swagger. The song is speaking from a place that belongs to a crew, a neighborhood, a history, and you can feel the place in the lines — not just geography, but the rules, the look, the way people move. It isn’t subtle, and it doesn’t pretend to be. The title frames everything as a claim, like the whole track is a slow, confident walk through a space that the singers and their mates already own in spirit.

Most Impactful Lines

There are a few lines that make you rewind, the ones that land like a tap on the chest, honest and blunt. For instance, when the voice drops in with “Aaye si lain dilliyon mere kol 11 goli di” it’s not just about bravado, it’s a posture, a way of saying we are not to be messed with, but also a hint at the cost of that life, the constant edge they live on. Then the repeated tag, “Jo mitran da pind kude ni dera sheran da“, that repetition is everything, it’s the chorus of identity, the thing you chant when you want everyone to know where you belong, who’s with you. And the smaller, weirdly vivid lines about tattoos, flashy cars, and tempers, they’re tiny portraits that stick — they show you who these people are in texture, not in explanation.

Decoding The Chorus

The chorus lands simple, and that’s the genius. It repeats “Jo mitran da pind kude ni dera sheran da” like a badge. The first pass of that line sets the claim, the next pass makes it communal, like it’s not one man’s story, it’s everyone’s. Then when the music comes back and stacks the same idea, it’s not monotony, it’s ritual — think of it like a group taking the same breath together, and in that breath you feel protection, rivalry, loyalty. Each echo peels a layer off the name, turning the place into a character — the dera itself talks, it breathes, it’s part of the crew.

Most Relatable Part

Oddly, the thing that always gets me isn’t the guns or the swagger, it’s the plain, human detail that slips in, like a tattoo on an arm, or the line about engines not starting in certain places. Those small, almost throwaway images — they feel lived in, like somebody told you a memory in the middle of a laugh. For me this is where the song stops being a brag and becomes human, because pride like that is often masking tender stuff, fear, or the need to belong. When I hear it, I think of friends who show up loud to hide the cracks, that’s so real, that’s why it sits with you.

Conclusion & Overall Message

At its core the song feels like an anthem for a place and the people who refuse to be invisible, it’s loud, it’s messy, and it’s affectionate in a rough way. The takeaway, for me, is less about the objects of power and more about the code that holds this little world together, the rituals, the names, the repeat lines that make strangers into tribe. You leave feeling the pulse of that dera, like you were just shown a backdoor into someone’s life, and honestly, that hits different — it’s complicated, it’s protective, and it never pretends to be anything it’s not.