diwaaro ka jangal jiska aabaadi hai naam
baahar se chup-chup lagta hai andar hai kohraam

diwaaro ke is jangal me bhatak rahe insaan
apne-aane ulajhe daaman jhatak rahe insaan
apni vipda chodke aaye
apni vipda chodke aaye kaun kisi ke kaam
baahar se chup-chup lagta hai andar hai kohraam

sine khaali aankhe suni chehro par hairaani
sine khaali aankhe suni chehro par hairaani
jitne ghane hangame isme uani ghani viraani
raate katil subahe mujrim
raate katil subahe mujrim mulzim hai har shaam
baahar se chup-chup lagta hai andar hai kohraam

A forest of walls, its census a name,
Silent facade hides a tempestuous flame.

In this jungle of stone, lost souls roam,
Shaking off burdens, each claimed as their home.
Whose woes shall they mend,
Whose woes shall they mend, leaving their own unclaimed?
Silent facade hides a tempestuous flame.

Empty chests, vacant eyes, bewilderment etched,
The heart's hollow chambers, the soul's echoes fetched.
The more the clamor, the more the despair,
Each night a killer, each dawn a snare.
Each evening accused,
Each evening accused, condemned to the same game.
Silent facade hides a tempestuous flame.