barf khushee hai sard hasin hai
kyon muskurahat jaise jami hai
koyi jo puchhe kya kya kami hai
kya dil bataye wo ajnabi hai
ek ajnabi hai

unchi minare lambi katare
chhoti bahare kya ye sahi hai
koyi jo puchhe kyon ye sabhi hai
bole najar kya woh ajnabi hai, ek ajnabi hai ek ajnabi hai
unchi minare lambi katare
chhoti bahare kya yeh sahi hai
koyi jo puchhe kyon yeh sabhi hai
bole najar kya woh ajnabi hai, ek ajnabi hai ek ajnabi hai


lalchate chehre muskate pehre, talo pe tale chabi nahi hai
koyi jo puchhe jate kaha ho
bole kadam kya ek ajnabi hai ek ajnabi hai
lalchate chehre muskate pehre, talo pe tale chabi nahi hai
koyi jo puchhe jate kaha ho
bole kadam kya ek ajnabi hai ek ajnabi hai
lalchate chehre muskate pehre, talo pe tale chhabi nahi hai
koyi jo puchhe jate kaha ho, bole kadam kya ek ajnabi hai
woh ajnabi hai ek ajnabi hai, ha ajnabi hai

unchi minare lambi katare, lalchate chehre muskate pehre
aaja hai kehte haste hi rehte, kehte hai hamse ham jindagi hai
barf jami ho sard hasin ho, sine ke andar baste ho khandar
tale lage ho jale lage ho, lagte hai yeh pal ajnabi hai
ye jindagee hai to jite hai kaise
ye hai jo khushiya to pite hai kaise
muh se bolu koyi raj kholu
to kehti hai duniya, to kehti hai duniya
koyi to kami hai koyi to kami hai
ek ajnabi hai, ek ajnabi hai
ek ajnabi hai, ek ajnabi hai
ek ajnabi hai, ek ajnabi hai

The snow, a joy, a chilling grace,
Why smiles, like frost, upon the face?
If asked, "What lacks? What empty space?"
Does the heart know its own disgrace?
A stranger's trace.

Tall towers rise, long lines convene,
Brief springs bloom, is this the scene?
If asked, "Why all, what does it mean?"
The eyes will say, "That unseen queen,"
A stranger keen, a stranger keen.
Tall towers rise, long lines convene,
Brief springs bloom, is this the scene?
If asked, "Why all, what does it mean?"
The eyes will say, "That unseen queen,"
A stranger keen, a stranger keen.

Faces gleam, with guarded cheer,
Locks abound, no key is near.
If asked, "Where wander, year by year?"
The feet will say, "A stranger's sphere,"
A stranger's tear.
Faces gleam, with guarded cheer,
Locks abound, no key is near.
If asked, "Where wander, year by year?"
The feet will say, "A stranger's sphere,"
A stranger's tear.
Faces gleam, with guarded cheer,
Locks abound, no key is near.
If asked, "Where wander, year by year?"
The feet will say, "A stranger's sphere,"
That stranger's fear, yes, fear.

Tall towers rise, long lines convene,
Faces dance, with smiles between.
"Come, be here," they laugh and say,
"We are life, come what may."
Snow descends, a chilling smile,
Within the breast, ruins compile.
Locks are placed, webs entwine,
These moments feel, a stranger's sign.
If this is life, how do we live?
If these are joys, how can we give?
If I speak out, reveal the truth,
The world will say, in mournful youth,
"Some lack remains, a hidden dearth,"
A stranger's birth, a stranger's earth.
A stranger's soul, a stranger's whole,
A stranger's hole, a stranger's role.
A stranger's heart, a stranger's art.