aaj git ke bol bol me umada hai tufan git ke
aaj git ke bol bol me umada hai tufan
badalta dega abhi jahan badalta dega abhi jahan git ke
aaj git ke bol bol me umada hai tufan
sab ki aankhe dekh rahi hai manav ki barbadi
aaj luta insan lut gayi haye uski aajadi
insano ki jinda lasho par basti aabadi
insano ki jinda lasho par basti aabadi
funk raha hai funk raha hai kabhi lasho me
aaye hai pran hi pran git ke
aaj git ke bol bol me umada hai tufan

raho pe kabhi kahta hai kabhi aandhi ban kar aao
khamoshi se kahta hai kabhi git kranti ke gao gao
bandh rakha jin janjiro ne unko tod girao
bandh rakha jin janjiro ne unko tod girao
kadke bijali pal bhar kadke
kadke bijali pal bhar kadke
ab se bas insan ab se bas insan git ke
aaj git ke bol bol me umda hai tufan
badlta dega abhi jahan badalta dega abhi jahan
aaj git ke bol bol me umada hai tufan
phulo ke prano me ab to dahak uthe angare
jhulas gaye jinki jwala se aasman ke tare
is jwala se janm janm ki jalati pyas bhujha re
is jwala se janm janm ki jalati pyas bhujha re
apni kishmat aap bana tu
apni kishmat aap bana tu khud bankar bhagwan
khud bankar bhagwan
aaj git ke bol bol me umada hai tufan
badalta dega abhi jahan badalta dega abhi jahan git ke
aaj git ke bol bol me umada hai tufan

A storm unfurls within the song's sweet tongue,
A tempest born of every whispered phrase,
The world shall shift, its foundations flung,
A new dawn breaks in the song's bright rays.
All eyes now witness humankind's slow fall,
As man is plundered, freedom cast aside,
On living corpses, cities rise and call,
While empty souls within the ruins hide.
The breath of life, within the dead it blows,
Igniting spirits, granting breath anew,
A storm unfurls, where the river flows,
And ancient truths the vibrant song imbues.

On pathways whispers, "Come, as winds arise,"
In silent strength, the songs of revolution sing,
Shatter the chains that bind before our eyes,
And tear the grip of the oppressor's sting.
Lightning flashes, in a fleeting, burning grace,
From now on, human, now the song's command,
A storm unfurls, in time and space,
The world shall shift, by the power of the hand.
In flower's essence, embers now ignite,
The very stars are scorched by flames so deep,
Quench the endless thirst, the endless night,
And burning secrets that the dark does keep.
Fashion your fate, with your own hand,
Become your own god, your own decree,
A storm unfurls, across the land,
The world shall shift, for all eternity.
A storm unfurls within the song's sweet tongue,
A tempest born of every whispered phrase,
The world shall shift, its foundations flung,
A new dawn breaks in the song's bright rays.