door shahar se ek shahar masti masti aatho pahar
door shahar se ek shahar masti masti aatho pahar
mere dard ki hai ye dawa mere dard ki hai ye dawa
kahte hai log isko jahar
koi ise koi ise dont touch dont touch
koi ise dont touch dont teach
koi ise koi ise dont touch
dont touch koi ise dont touch die why

door shahar se ek shahar masti masti aatho pahar
mere dard ki hai ye dawa mere dard ki hai ye davw
kahte hai log isko jahar koi ise koi ise dont touch dont touch
koi ise dont touch dont teach
dont touch dont teach koi ise koi ise dont touch
dont touch koi ise dont teach die why

tu chahe jishka dil tumhi kaho kya kare
tu chahe jishka dil tumhi kaho kya kare
ya to kar le khudkhushi ya koi nasha kare
ya to kar le khudkhushi ya koi nasha kare
vakt vahi par jaye thahar masti masti aatho pahar
mere dard ki hai ye dava mere dard ki hai ye dava
kahte hai log isko jahar

koi ise dont touch dont teach koi ise dont touch dont teach
koi ise koi ise dont touch dont teach
dont touch koi ise dont teach dont touch koi ise dont teach
koi ise die why gham ko piche chodh kar
aage nikalana dosto gham ko piche chodh kar
aage nikalana dosto in andhero ko ujhalo se badalna dosto
in andhero ko ujhalo se badalna dosto
raat dhale ho jaye sahar masti masti aatho pahar
mere dard ki hai ye dawa mere dard ki hai ye dawa
kahte hai log isko jahar

koi ise koi isse dont touch dont teach
koi ise koi ise dont touch dont teach
koi ise die why dur shahar se ek shahar
masti masti aatho pahar mere dard ki hai ye dava
mere dard ki hai ye dava kahte hai log isko jahar
koi ise koi ise koi ise koi ise nahi bye no

From a city far, a city of endless revelry,
From a city far, a city of ceaseless delight.
This, they say, is the balm for my ache,
The remedy for my suffering,
Yet, they call it poison.

They cry, “Don’t touch, don’t teach,
Don't touch, don't teach.
Don't touch, die why.”

From a city far, a city of endless revelry,
This, they say, is the balm for my ache,
The remedy for my suffering,
Yet, they call it poison.
They cry, “Don’t touch, don’t teach,
Don't touch, don't teach.
Don't touch, die why.”

Whose heart do you desire? Tell me, what shall one do?
Whose heart do you desire? Tell me, what shall one do?
Embrace self-slaughter, or drink the oblivion of vice?
Embrace self-slaughter, or drink the oblivion of vice?
Time itself, it seems, must halt and stay, in endless revelry,
This, they say, is the balm for my ache,
The remedy for my suffering,
Yet, they call it poison.

They cry, “Don’t touch, don’t teach,”
They cry, “Don’t touch, don’t teach,”
Don't touch, die why,
Leave sorrow behind, dear friends,
Leave sorrow behind, dear friends,
And stride forth, my friends, to transform darkness to light,
And stride forth, my friends, to transform darkness to light.
When night descends, a dawn will come, in endless revelry,
This, they say, is the balm for my ache,
The remedy for my suffering,
Yet, they call it poison.

They cry, “Don’t touch, don’t teach,”
They cry, “Don’t touch, don’t teach,”
Don't touch, die why. From a city far, a city of endless revelry,
This, they say, is the balm for my ache,
The remedy for my suffering,
Yet, they call it poison.
They cry, "No, no goodbye."