dudh ki muchho wala, moot ke pencho wala
dudh ki muchho wala, moot ke pencho wala
phunsi karocho wala bachpan bhi tha sala
phunsi karocho wala bachpan bhi tha sala

na yaado ke chakkar the, na sapno ke machchar the
hum hi the apne shehanshah, khud apne afsar the
ek tu tha thoda tedha, ek main bhi thoda medha
aur ek tha waqt kabootar jo khidki pe na thehra
chor police waala bachpan bhi tha sala

tujh jaisa banana chaha, tujhe jeb me rakhna chaha
tune door se thenga dikhaya, kabhi hath na mere aaya
main roya main chillaya, tu hath na mere aaya
dudh ki muchho wala, moot ke pencho wala
luchche lafango wala bachpan bhi tha sala
gachchi pe sutto wala bachpan bhi tha sala

maine sazish phir kar daali, ungli pistol bana li
kani aankh se aim laga ke dham se goli chala di
aur tu tapka, dhool se chipka
rok li saanse baj gayi taali
wo khel tha be o sale, sab jhoot tha be o sale
bazi chhod ke jane wale yeh beimani hai
ye beimani hai oh sale

With milk-moustached faces, with urine-soaked trousers,
With milk-moustached faces, with urine-soaked trousers,
That pimpled, scratched childhood, was a wretched bastard.
That pimpled, scratched childhood, was a wretched bastard.

No circles of memories, no mosquitoes of dreams,
We were emperors of ourselves, our own officials, it seems.
You, a little crooked, and me, a little bent,
And time, a pigeon, that on the window never went.
That game of cops and robbers, was a wretched bastard.

I wished to become like you, to keep you in my pocket,
But you showed me the thumb from afar, my hands you never locked.
I cried, I screamed, but you, my grasp you mocked.
With milk-moustached faces, with urine-soaked trousers,
That scoundrel, rogue-like childhood, was a wretched bastard.
That rooftop-cigarette childhood, was a wretched bastard.

I hatched a plot again, made a finger a pistol,
With a squinting eye, I aimed, and bang, the bullet did whistle.
And you fell, to the dust you did cling,
Holding your breath, a plate began to ring.
That game, oh you bastard, it was all a lie, oh you bastard,
Those who leave the game, this is a betrayal,
This is a betrayal, oh you bastard.