baat kya hai baat kya hai
baat kya hai baat kya hai
baat kya hai baat kya hai
baat kya hai baat kya hai
kyu zindagi ka haal muhal hua hai
baat kya hai baat kya hai
baat kya hai baat kya hai
sine pe jaise bojh ye saal hua hai
char diwari me kyu sanse, umra guzaar rahi hai
lagta hai jaise koi karz utar rahi hai
dhire dhire kat ti ye saza hai
jaane kaisi rab ki ye raza hai
sab kuchh hai magar kuch to kami hai
jina aise jina be maza hai ho wo

dimak laga har khushi me
lagti hai sabhi kagazi, kagazi o
saans ki garam chakariya kyu
phunkane lagi aag si, aag si o
hasti meri simti si hai kursi me
sapne mere hain daftar ki arzi me
dhire dhire kat ti ye saza hai
jaane kaisi rab ki ye raza hai
sab kuchh hai magar kuch to kami hai
jina aise jina be maza hai ae

baat kya hai baat kya hai
baat kya hai baat kya hai
baat kya hai baat kya hai
baat kya hai baat kya hai
kyun muskurana band filhal hua hai
baat kya hai baat kya hai
baat kya hai baat kya hai
sine pe jaise bojh ye saal hua hai
char diwari me kyu sanse, umra guzaar rahi hai
lagta hai jaise koi karz utar rahi hai
dhire dhire kat ti ye saza hai
jaane kaisi rab ki ye raza hai
sab kuchh hai magar kuch to kami hai
jina aise jina be maza hai ho wo
baat kya hai baat kya hai
baat kya hai baat kya hai
baat kya hai baat kya hai
baat kya hai baat kya hai

What is the matter, what is the matter?
What is the matter, what is the matter?
Why has life become a tangled plight?
What is the matter, what is the matter?
This year, a weight upon my chest, alight.
Within these walls, why do breaths spend,
An age, it seems, paying a debt without end?
Slowly, this sentence does unwind,
Whose will is this, of what design?
All things exist, yet something's amiss,
To live like this, devoid of bliss.

Termites feast on every joy,
All seem paper-thin, a paper ploy.
Why does the breath now twist and turn,
Like fire that begins to burn?
My laughter shrinks, confined to a seat,
My dreams reside in a bureaucratic feat.
Slowly, this sentence does unwind,
Whose will is this, of what design?
All things exist, yet something's amiss,
To live like this, devoid of bliss, alas.

What is the matter, what is the matter?
What is the matter, what is the matter?
Why has life become a tangled plight?
What is the matter, what is the matter?
This year, a weight upon my chest, alight.
Within these walls, why do breaths spend,
An age, it seems, paying a debt without end?
Slowly, this sentence does unwind,
Whose will is this, of what design?
All things exist, yet something's amiss,
To live like this, devoid of bliss, oh.
What is the matter, what is the matter?
What is the matter, what is the matter?