deewana aadmi ko banati hain rotiya
deewana aadmi ko banati hain rotiya
khud nachati hain, sabko nachati hain rotiya
khud nachati hain, sabko nachati hain rotiya
deewana aadmi ko

budha chalaye thele, ko phako se jhul ke
budha chalaye thele, ko phako se jhul ke
bachha uthaye bojh, khilauno ko bhul ke
bachha uthaye bojh, khilauno ko bhul ke
dekha naa jaye jo, dekha naa jaye jo
so dikhati hain rotiya, so dikhati hain rotiya
deewana aadmi ko

baithee hai jo chehare pe, mal ke jigar kaa ku
duniya bura kahe inhe par, mai toh yeh kahu
duniya bura kahe inhe par, mai toh yeh kahu
kothe pe baith o kothe pe, baith aankh ladati hain rotiya
ladatee hain rotiya
deewana aadmi ko banati hain rotiya
deewana aadmi ko banati hain rotiya

kehta tha ik fakeer ki, rakhna jara najar
roti ko aadmi hi, nahi khate bekhabar
roti ko aadmi hi, nahi khate bekhabar
aksar toh aadmi ko, aksar toh aadami ko
khati hain rotiya, khatee hain rotiya
deewana aadmi ko banati hain rotiya
deewana aadmi ko banati hain rotiya

tujhko pate ki bat batau mai jaan-e-man
kyu chand par pahunchane, ki insan ko hai lagan
kyu chand par pahunchane, ki insan ko hai lagan
insan ko chand me, insan ko chand me
najar aati hain rotiya, najar aati hain rotiya
deewana aadmi ko banati hain rotiya
deewana aadmi ko banati hain rotiya
khud nachati hain, sabko nachati hain rotiya
nachati hain rotiya
deewana aadmi ko banati hain rotiya

The bread, it maddens, it consumes,
The bread, it dances, twirls, perfumes.
It dances, all are made to sway,
The bread, it leads us all astray.

The old man pulls the cart along,
Suspended by hunger, forever strong.
The child, the burden, toys forgot,
A sight too painful, a tragic knot.
What cannot be, what cannot be,
The bread reveals, for all to see.

Upon the face, the blood of heart,
The world may scorn, but I impart:
The world may scorn, but I declare,
Upon the rooftops, with a stare,
The bread it flirts, it calls to me,
The bread it maddens, sets us free.

A mystic said, with knowing grace,
Keep watch, for bread consumes this space.
For bread consumes, it takes its toll,
And men are eaten, body and soul.
The bread consumes, the bread it feeds,
The bread it maddens, plants its seeds.

Let me reveal a secret, dear,
Why humans strive, and hold so dear,
Why humans strive, and long to climb,
To reach the moon, transcending time?
For in the moon, so bright and high,
The bread is seen, against the sky.
The bread, it maddens, it consumes,
The bread, it dances, twirls, perfumes.
It dances, all are made to sway,
The bread, it leads us all astray.
The bread, it maddens, sets us free.