har pal hone lage karishme dekhun apne aap
hiller banke thage yahan pe sabhi chavani chhap
har pal hone lage karishme dekhun apne aap
hiller banke thage yahan pe sabhi chavani chhap

shehar badnaam ho raha hai magar har kaam ho raha hai
emotion ka business bhi dekho khule aam ho raha hai
ek ajab si halchal hai building se lekar chhapar mein
charlie kay chakkar mein ho charlie kay chakkar mein

harpal nigaahon mein hai wo kiski baahon mein hai
jiski adaayein chalti hai yahan pe
saansein hain upar niche phir bhi sab uske pichhe
koi na jaane kya uska pata re kyu kuch haal bhi ro raha hai
dhule kapde phir dho raha hai iraadon ka full operation
subah sham ho raha hai

ek ajab si halchal hai building se lekar chhapar mein
charlie kay chakkar mein ho charlie kay chakkar mein
nazrein sitaron pe hai chalna angaaron pe hai
calculation sabka ulta pulta hai

itra ke rona bhi hai ghabra ke hasna bhi hai
sabko yahan drama karna padta hai
sach pe aitbaar kho raha hai
jhooth rishtedaar ho raha hai

relation ka har application bebas bekar ho raha hai
ek ajab si halchal hai building se lekar chhapar mein
charlie kay chakkar mein ho charlie kay chakkar mein.

In every breath, miracles unfold, I witness my own self, reborn,
A Hitler's shadow, deceiving all, the petty souls, forlorn.
In every breath, miracles unfold, I witness my own self, anew,
A Hitler's guise, deceiving all, the worthless, the few.

The city's soul, it wears disgrace,
Yet every task finds its own space.
The business of emotion thrives,
In the open market, it survives.
A strange unrest, from towers tall to humble thatch,
Lost in Charlie's whirl, the endless catch.

In every gaze, she resides,
In whose embrace, she confides?
Whose grace and charm hold sway so deep,
As breaths ascend, while secrets sleep,
Each heart pursues, yet no one knows,
Her hidden path, where the wild rose grows.
Why does the heart begin to weep?
Fresh linen, secrets to keep.
Intentions, in a ceaseless fight,
An operation, day and night.
A strange unrest, from towers tall to humble thatch,
Lost in Charlie's whirl, the endless catch.

Eyes fixed on stars, on embers tread,
Calculations, all are misled.
To weep with pride, to laugh with fear,
Drama's the mask that all must wear.
Truth's character, it starts to fade,
Falsehood's kin, a charade is made.
Each application of the heart,
Is broken, torn, a work apart.
A strange unrest, from towers tall to humble thatch,
Lost in Charlie's whirl, the endless catch.