dil ka churana ya maal churana
dolo buri baat hai buri baat
tu chahat ki najar se dhokha de
ya hatho ke hunar se dhokha de
tu chahat ki najar se dhokha de
ya hatho ke hunar se dhokha de
ye hai chori vo din ho ke raat
ho buri baat, buri baat
dil ka churana ya maal churana hai buri baat

pyaso labh hote jham tuta ho
hum nahi pite kisi ka jutha ho
pyaso labh hote jham tuta ho
hum nahi pite kisi ka jutha ho
gair ka pyala chhu le to ho buri
ho buri baat, buri baat
dil ka churana ya maal churana buri baat buri baat

To steal a heart, or to steal a thing,
Both are shadows, where darkness takes wing.
To wound with eyes that feign desire,
Or craft a theft with hands of fire,
To wound with eyes that feign desire,
Or craft a theft with hands of fire,
The theft is done, through day or night,
A bitter truth, devoid of light.
To steal a heart, or to steal a thing, both are shadows.

Thirsty lips, a shattered glass,
From others' leavings, we never pass.
Thirsty lips, a shattered glass,
From others' leavings, we never pass.
A stranger's cup, to touch it's shame,
A bitter truth, to whisper its name.
To steal a heart, or to steal a thing, both are shadows.