adami musafir hai aata hai jaata hai
aate jaate raste me yade chhod jaata hai
adami musafir hai aata hai jaata hai
aate jaate raste me yade chhod jaata hai
adami musafir hai adami musafir hai

jhoka hava ka pani ka rela
jhoka hava ka pani ka rela
mele me rah jaye jo akela
mele me rah jaye jo akela
vo phir akela hi rah jaata hai
adami musafir hai, aata hai jaata hai
aate jaate raste me, yade chhod jaata hai

kab chodta hai ye rog ji ko
kab chodta hai ye rog ji ko
dil bhul jaata hai jab kisi ko
dil bhul jaata hai jab kisi ko
wo bhulkar bhi yaad aaata hai
adami musafir hai, adami musafir hai
aata hai jaata hai, aata hai jaata hai
aate jaate raste me yade chhod jaata hai
adami musafir hai, adami musafir hai

kya sath laye kya chhod aaye
kya sath laye kya chhod aaye
raste me ham kya chhod aaye
raste me ham kya chhod aaye
mazil pe jaake yaad aata hai
adami musafir hai aata hai jaata hai
aate jaate raste me yade chhod jaata hai

jab dolati hai jivan ki naiya
jab dolati hai jivan ki naiya
koi to ban jaata hai khivaiya
koi kinare pe hi dub jaata hai
adami musafir hai aata hai jaata hai
aate jaate raste me yade chhod jaata hai
adami musafir hai aata hai jaata hai
aate jaate raste me yade chhod jaata hai
yade chhod jaata hai, yade chhod jaata hai
yade chhod jaata hai

A traveler is man, he comes and goes,
Leaving memories on the roads he knows.
A traveler is man, he comes and goes,
Leaving memories on the roads he knows.
A traveler is man, a traveler is man.

Like a breeze, a flood, a fleeting art,
Like a breeze, a flood, that tears apart,
Alone in the fair, lost in the throng,
Alone he remains, where he does belong.
He’s left alone in the world's cold play.
A traveler is man, he comes and goes,
Leaving memories on the roads he knows.

When does this ache relinquish its hold?
When does this ache, this story unfold?
When the heart forgets the one it did crave,
The forgotten one, their form we save.
He rises in memory, ever so dear.
A traveler is man, a traveler is man.
He comes and goes, he comes and goes,
Leaving memories on the roads he knows.
A traveler is man, a traveler is man.

What did we bring? What did we forsake?
What did we bring, for goodness sake?
On the journey's path, what did we leave?
On the journey's path, we deeply grieve.
At the final shore, memories appear.
A traveler is man, he comes and goes,
Leaving memories on the roads he knows.

When life's vessel rocks, it starts to sway,
When life's vessel rocks, it starts to sway,
Someone may guide, to lead the way,
Some may sink, by the shore alone.
A traveler is man, he comes and goes,
Leaving memories on the roads he knows.
A traveler is man, he comes and goes,
Leaving memories on the roads he knows.
Leaving memories, leaving memories,
Leaving memories.