kal talak janta pe atyachar jo karte rahe
ab pada matlab to wo hum dard bankar aa gaye
balam batiyao na balam batiyao na balam batiyao na
hum tumhe na denge vote hum tumhe na denge vote
bahut batiyao na balam batiyao na

wahi ho tum jisne janta ke muh se chini roti
wahi ho tum jisne janta ke muh se chini roti
chin ke roti dil na bhara to chin li langoti
balam batiyao na balam batiyao na balam batiyao na
hum tumhe na denge vote hum tumhe na denge vote
bahut batiyao na balam batiyao na

hakim use banayenge jo hukm na hampe chalaye
hakim use banayenge jo hukm na hampe chalaye
neta use banayenge jo maal na bhar le jaye
balam batiyao na balam batiyao na
hum tumhe na denge vote hum tumhe na denge vote
bahot batiyao na balam batiyao na

haar bahut pahne phulo ke ab juto ke pahno
haar bahut pahne phulo ke ab juto ke pahno
belan lekar inki chapati bana do aao bahno
balam batiyao na balam batiyao na
hum tumhe na denge vote hum tumhe na denge vote
bahot batiyao na balam batiyao na

ujale kapde pahne lekin man hai tera kala
ujale kapde pahne lekin man hai tera kala
oye bgala bhakt bankar lakho tune kiya ghotala
mai kya jhut boliya koi na

Those who yesterday oppressed the masses,
Now feign compassion, a hollow embrace.
Don't sweet-talk, my love, don't sweet-talk,
Our votes you won't receive, no, never!
Don't sweet-talk, my love, cease your empty chase.

You, who snatched the bread from the people's mouths,
You, who snatched the bread, then took more, south and north!
Not content with hunger, you stole their very clothes.
Don't sweet-talk, my love, don't sweet-talk,
Our votes you won't receive, no, never!
Don't sweet-talk, my love, cease your empty chase.

We'll choose a leader who won't command us,
A leader who won't fill his coffers with greed.
Don't sweet-talk, my love, don't sweet-talk,
Our votes you won't receive, no, never!
Don't sweet-talk, my love, cease your empty chase.

Adorned with garlands, flowers now exchanged for shoes,
Adorned with garlands, flowers now exchanged for shoes,
Sisters, with rolling pins, make their chapattis, now come!
Don't sweet-talk, my love, don't sweet-talk,
Our votes you won't receive, no, never!
Don't sweet-talk, my love, cease your empty chase.

White clothes you wear, but your heart is stained black,
White clothes you wear, but your heart is stained black,
A heron-devotee, you've swindled by the lack!
I speak no lies at all, no one can deny