dekho hawa jor se bhadki
tan me nase jor se tadki
ab to rang jayegi dharti lal lal
o dekho hawa jor se bhadki
tan me nase jor se tadki
ab to rang jayegi dharti lal lal

par ye apne man ki na ae
ka karega koi upaye
ab to karni padegi dhaye dhaye
par ye apne man ki na ae
ka karega koi upaye
ab to karni padegi dhaye dhaye

ankhiya hai banduk hamari
patthar humko lage bichhona
ek duje ka sath hamara
bhihad me vanvas hamara
aandhi jaisa chalna saye saye
par ye apne man ki na ae
ka karega koi upaye
ab to karni padegi dhaye dhaye

dekho hawa jor se bhadki
tan me nase jor se tadki
ab to rang jayegi dharti lal lal
o dekho hawa jor se bhadki
tan me nase jor se tadki
ab to rang jayegi dharti lal lal

par ye apne man ki na ae
ka karega koi upaye
ab to karni padegi dhaye dhaye
par ye apne man ki na ae
ka karega koi upaye
ab to karni padegi dhaye dhaye

ukhad jayenge vanke paav
jo humse gherega daav
dushman te hum maza chakha de
lashan ke ambar laga de
chil kawa kare kaye kaye
par ye apne man ki na ae
ka karega koi upaye
ab to karni padegi dhaye dhaye

dekho hawa jor se bhadki
tan me nase jor se tadki
ab to rang jayegi dharti lal lal
o dekho hawa jor se bhadki
tan me nase jor se tadki
ab to rang jayegi dharti lal lal

par ye apne man ki na ae
ka karega koi upaye
ab to karni padegi dhaye dhaye
par ye apne man ki na ae
ka karega koi upaye
ab to karni padegi dhaye dhaye

See how the wind ignites, a raging fire,
Veins in the flesh, a frantic pyre.
Soon the earth will blush a crimson hue,
See how the wind ignites, burning through.
Veins in the flesh, a frantic pyre.
Soon the earth will blush, stained anew.

But this, it is not of our own design,
What solace, what cure, can we entwine?
Now we must answer, with a fiery plea,
But this, it is not of our decree.
What solace, what cure can we define?
Now we must answer, for all to see.

Our eyes, the guns that forever aim,
Stones become beds, in this violent game.
Bound to each other, a shadowed plight,
Exiled to forests, consuming the night.
We walk like the storm, a murmuring sway,
But this, it is not of our own way.
What solace, what cure, can we convey?
Now we must answer, come what may.

See how the wind ignites, a raging fire,
Veins in the flesh, a frantic pyre.
Soon the earth will blush a crimson hue,
See how the wind ignites, burning through.
Veins in the flesh, a frantic pyre.
Soon the earth will blush, stained anew.

But this, it is not of our own design,
What solace, what cure, can we entwine?
Now we must answer, with a fiery plea,
But this, it is not of our decree.
What solace, what cure can we define?
Now we must answer, for all to see.

Those who dare to play, will surely fall,
We'll unleash vengeance, answering the call.
We'll paint the sky with a gruesome art,
Scaring the carrion crows to depart.
They'll caw and they'll croak, a desolate sound,
But this, it is not of our own ground.
What solace, what cure, can we surround?
Now we must answer, profound.

See how the wind ignites, a raging fire,
Veins in the flesh, a frantic pyre.
Soon the earth will blush a crimson hue,
See how the wind ignites, burning through.
Veins in the flesh, a frantic pyre.
Soon the earth will blush, stained anew.

But this, it is not of our own design,
What solace, what cure, can we entwine?
Now we must answer, with a fiery plea,
But this, it is not of our decree.
What solace, what cure can we define?
Now we must answer, for all to see.