katha suno bhaiyao bhabhiyo suno ri
katha chor ki rai chori chori
rai bhaiyo bhabhiyo suno ri
katha chor ki rai chori chori tau re tu sun
neta ki chori kare sina jori
kham kha me thoke teri khat khatori o tau re rai sun

khel me chori rail me chori tel me chori sale me chori
jail me chori bel me chori har chiz chori duji chori
tiji chori chauthi chori
chori chori chori chori chori chori chori chori
chori chori chori chori chori chori chori chori

chori chori chori chori chori chori chori chori
chori chori chori chori chori chori chori chori
chori chori chori chori chori chori chori chori
chori chori chori chori chori chori chori chori

ho teri tanashahi nahi chalne denge
re apne morcha nahi dalne denge
ho teri tanashahi nahi chalne denge
re apne morcha nahi dalne denge

teri loha lathi nahi chalegi
teri hekri haathi nahi chalegi
teri loha lathi nahi chalegi
teri hekri haathi nahi chalegi
ab chale hathora hathora hathora

aur darati hat lootne wale
hat lootne wale hat lootne wale
hat lootne wale hat lootne wale
jiski kheti uski zami hai
re babaji ka dhonsh nahi hai
jiska ganna uski ganeri
hat lootne wale hat lootne wale
hat lootne wale hat lootne wale

Brothers and sisters, lend an ear, a tale unfolds,
Of theft's dark dance, the secrets it holds.
Oh, hear the whispers, the shadows they cast,
Of pilfered moments, stolen too fast.
Uncle, listen close, the story's begun,
Of leaders who steal, with bravado spun.
They plunder and seize, with a swaggering stride,
While the innocent suffer, nowhere to hide.

Theft in the game, the train, the streams of oil,
The market's deceit, a festering boil.
In prison's cold grip, and the vine's embrace,
Theft permeates, leaving no trace.
One theft, then another, a relentless tide,
Of stolen futures, where hopes have died.
Theft, theft, a chorus, a haunting refrain,
Repeating forever, a cycle of pain.
Theft, theft, the shadows grow long,
Where justice is lost, and the weak are wrong.
Theft, theft, a venomous seed,
Planting despair, a desperate need.
Theft, theft, in every sphere,
Whispering of sorrow, and fueling fear.
Theft, theft, a ceaseless art,
Tearing the soul and breaking the heart.

Your tyranny's reign, we will not abide,
Our banners unfurled, side by side.
Your iron fists, your arrogant might,
Will crumble and fade in the fading light.
Your iron fists, your arrogant sway,
Will wither and crumble, come what may.
Now hammers will fall, the truth to unfold,
And scare away looters, both new and old.
Begone, you plunderers, vanish from sight!
Begone, you thieves, into endless night!
Begone, you looters, from land we reclaim,
Begone, you bandits, shamed by our name.
The land belongs to those who till,
No false dominion, against our will.
The cane fields are ours, by right we claim,
Begone, you plunderers, into the flame!
Begone, you thieves, and face your shame!