chal ud jaa re, ud jaa re, ud jaa re ud jaa
yu lage din saare zehrile teer hai
jo hum pe chal jaate hai
yu lage raate jaise tanhaai ke ajgar hai
jo hume nigal jaate hai
ye jina bhi socho koi jina hai
ki ab insaan machine hai banane laga
ye jina bhi socho koi jina hai
apna chehra khud humko bhi ajnabi lagne laga
chal ud jaa re panchi kahi, ud jaa re chhod zamin
ud jaa re soch nahi, ud jaa
chal ud jaa re panchi kahi, ud jaa re chhod zamin
ud jaa re soch nahi, ud jaa
chal ud jaa re, ud jaa re, ud jaa re

yu lage din saare zehrile teer hai
jo hum pe chal jaate hai
ye jina bhi socho koi jina hai
ki ab insaan machine hai banane laga
ye jina bhi socho koi jina hai
apna chehra khud humko bhi ajnabi lagne laga
chal ud jaa re panchi kahi, ud jaa re chhod zamin
ud jaa re soch nahi, ud jaa

jhunjhalayi si zindagi hai, hai sulga hua sa ye dil
raahe hai awaargi hai, jiski koi nahi hai manzil
jis ghutan me jee rahe hai saare, koi kyun sahe
chaand ko bujha de tod taare, raat ye kahe
ye jina bhi socho koi jina hai
ki ab insaan machine hai banane laga
ye jina bhi socho koi jina hai
apna chehra khud humko bhi ajnabi lagne laga
chal ud jaa re panchi kahi, ud jaa re chhod zamin
ud jaa re soch nahi, ud jaa
chal ud jaa re, ud jaa re, ud jaa re ud jaa ja
chal ud jaa re panchi kahi, ud jaa re chhod zamin
ud jaa re soch nahi, ud jaa, ud jaa re

Fly away, oh, fly away, take wing, and soar,
Each day a poisoned arrow, sharp and sore,
That finds its mark within our weary breast,
And nights like serpents, in a lonely test,
That coil and crush, and swallow us whole.
Is this a life, this hollow, empty role?
Where humans fade, to cold machines they turn,
Is this a life? Where faces cease to burn
With recognition, alien and strange?
Fly, little bird, escape this earthen range,
Fly, without thought, and leave the ground behind,
Fly, oh, fly, and peace at last you'll find.
Fly away, oh, fly away, take wing, and soar.

Each day a poisoned arrow, sharp and sore,
That finds its mark within our weary breast,
Is this a life, this hollow, empty role?
Where humans fade, to cold machines they turn,
Is this a life? Where faces cease to burn
With recognition, alien and strange?
Fly, little bird, escape this earthen range,
Fly, without thought, and leave the ground behind.

This life, a fevered, fretful, raging fire,
A heart consumed by a consuming pyre,
The roads, a vagrant’s endless, wandering quest,
With no true haven, nowhere to find rest.
In stifling air, where all are forced to dwell,
Why bear this burden, this oppressive hell?
The moon is quenched, the stars are brought low,
And night proclaims, "Let all your spirits go!"
Is this a life, this hollow, empty role?
Where humans fade, to cold machines they turn,
Is this a life? Where faces cease to burn
With recognition, alien and strange?
Fly, little bird, escape this earthen range,
Fly, without thought, and leave the ground behind,
Fly away, oh, fly away, take wing, and soar, and fly,
Fly, little bird, escape this earthen range,
Fly, without thought, and soar, and fly.