o meri gali ke ladke o meri gali ke ladke
o meri gali ke ladke tu na rahna jhuthi shan me
aa samne maidan me aa samne maidan me
dehke ham teri ke kitne dam hai teri jan me
aa samne maidan me aa samne maidan me
ho meri gali ki ladki ho meri gali ki ladki
ho meri gali ki ladki tu na rahna jhuthi shan me
aa samne maidan me aa samne maidan me
dekhe hum bhi dekhe kitna dam hai teri jan me
aa samne maidan me aa samne maidan me

jhak tu chup kar pardo se khel na kar hum mardo se
tu itni taklif na kar apni itni tarif na kar
ye gudiyo ka khel nahi tera mera mel nahi
aise lahko tare are aise lahko tare bas ek chanda aasman me
aa samne maidan me aa samne maidan me

jo chahe wo shart laga har gaya to dega kya
jeet gaya to kya hoga soch jara or kar tauba
bato se na kam chala jo kahta wo kah ke dikha
acha dekh tamasha are acha
dekh tamasha jo na dekha is jahan me
aa samne maidan me aa samne maidan me

hamse jo takreyega tut ke wo rah jayega
kyu itna itrata hai akhira mara jata hai
ab ye gussa jane de hat ja hawa to aane de
ye chota sa tinka are ye chota sa tinka bah jayenga tufan me
aa samne maidan me aa samne maidan me
dehke ham teri ke kitne dau hai teri jan me
aa samne maidan me aa samne maidan me
o meri gali ke ladke o meri gali ke
ladke tu na rahna jhuthi shan me
aa samne maidan me aa samne maidan me

Boys of my street, oh boys of my street,
Do not linger in false glory's deceit.
Come forth, to the field, where truths reside,
Let us measure the fire that burns inside.
Come forth, to the field, where truths reside.

Girls of my street, oh girls of my street,
Do not linger in false glory's deceit.
Come forth, to the field, where truths reside,
Let us measure the fire that burns inside.
Come forth, to the field, where truths reside.

Peer not from shadows, play not at men's game,
Do not inflict such hurt, nor boast your name.
This is no doll's play, no destined meeting,
Like countless stars, in the heavens retreating,
Only a moon, in the sky's vast domain.
Come forth, to the field, where truths reside.

If you dare to wager, and should you fall,
What price will you pay, for giving your all?
What if the song fades? Ponder and pause,
Let actions speak louder, than words' laws.
Witness the spectacle, a thrilling display,
If you miss this revelry, what will you say?
Come forth, to the field, where truths reside.

He who clashes with us, will crumble and break,
Why this arrogant pride, for goodness sake?
Let go of your anger, breathe in the air,
This tiny straw, carried beyond compare,
In a tempest of life, to vanish and fade.
Come forth, to the field, where truths reside.
Let us measure the fire that burns inside.
Come forth, to the field, where truths reside.
Boys of my street, oh boys of my street,
Do not linger in false glory's deceit.
Come forth, to the field, where truths reside.