aap apne nashe me jite hai
aap apne nashe me jite hai jite hai
ham jara si sharab pite hai
aap apne nashe me jite hai jite hai
hum jara si sharab pite hai

paw bahake sambhal bhi jate hai
sar bahak jaye to sambhalta nahi
paw bahake sambhal bhi jate hai
sar bahak jaye to sambhalta nahi
daru chadh ke utar jati hai
paisa chadh jaye to utarta nahi
aap apne nashe me jite hai jite hai
hum jara si sharab pite hai

meri aankho me rahti hai masti
bhai wah wah
aapke sar garur rahta hai
meri aankho me rahti hai masti
aapke sar garur rahta hai
chahe kitna bhi kam karo gussa
thoda sa to sarur rahta hai
aap apne nashe me jite hai jite hai
hum jara si sharab pite hai

pite ham hai magar ye dekha hai kya dekha
aapki aankh laal hoti hai
pite ham hai magar ye dekha hai
aapki aankh laal hoti hai
ham to chalte hai ladkhada ke magar
aapki chal me chal hoti hai
aap apne nashe me jite hai jite hai
hum jara si sharab pite hai
aap apne nashe me jite hai jite hai
hum jara si sharab pite hai

You dwell within your own intoxication,
You live drunk, you live drunk.
We sip a mere drop of wine.
You dwell within your own intoxication, you live drunk,
We sip a mere drop of wine.

Feet falter, yet find their ground,
But if the head wanders, it cannot be found.
Feet falter, yet find their ground,
But if the head wanders, it cannot be found.
Liquor ascends, and descends in time,
But wealth, once climbed, knows no decline.
You dwell within your own intoxication, you live drunk,
We sip a mere drop of wine.

In my eyes, a playful revelry resides,
Ah, truly, what a sight!
Upon your head, a constant haze prevails.
In my eyes, a playful revelry resides,
Upon your head, a constant haze prevails.
However much you try to quell your ire,
A touch of intoxication still assails.
You dwell within your own intoxication, you live drunk,
We sip a mere drop of wine.

We drink, yes, we drink, but consider this, oh consider,
Your eyes turn the color of fire.
We drink, yes, we drink, but consider,
Your eyes turn the color of fire.
We stumble and sway, our steps unsure,
But in your bearing, there is a fire.
You dwell within your own intoxication, you live drunk,
We sip a mere drop of wine.
You dwell within your own intoxication, you live drunk,
We sip a mere drop of wine.