gadi bula rahi hai, siti baja rahi hai
gadi bula rahi hai, siti baja rahi hai
chalnaa hi zindagi hai, chalti hi jaa rahi hai
gadi bula rahi hai, siti baja rahi hai

dekho vo rel, bachcho ka khel, sikho sabak javano
dekho vo rel, bachcho ka khel, sikho sabak javano
sar pe hai bojh, sine me aag, lab par dhuan hai jaano
phir bhi ye gaa rahi hai, nagme suna rahi hai
gadi bula rahi hai, siti baja rahi hai

aage tufan, pichhe barsaat, upar gagan me bijali
aage tufan, pichhe barsaat, upar gagan me bijali
soche na baat, din ho ke raat, signal huaa ke nikali
dekho vo aa rahi hai, dekho vo jaa rahi hai
gadi bula rahi hai, siti baja rahi hai

aate hai log, jaate hai log, paani ke jaise rele
aate hai log, jaate hai log, paani ke jaise rele
jane ke baad, aate hai yad, guzare hue vo mele
yade bana rahi hai, yade mita rahi hai
gadi bula rahi hai, siti baja rahi hai
gadi bula rahi hai, siti baja rahi hai

gadi ko dekh, kaisi hai nek, achchhaa bura na dekhe
gadi ko dekh, kaisi hai nek, achchhaa bura na dekhe
sab hai savaar, dushman ke yaar, sabko chali ye leke
jina sikha rahi hai, marna sikha rahi hai
gadi bula rahi hai, siti baja rahi hai

gadi kaa naam, naa kar badnaam, patari pe rakh ke sar ko
gadi kaa naam, naa kar badnaam, patari pe rakh ke sar ko
himmat na haar, kar itazaar, aa laut jaae ghar ko
ye raat jaa rahi hai, vo subah aa rahi hai
gadi bula rahi hai, siti baja rahi hai

sun ye paigaam, ye hai sangraam, jivan nahi hai sapnaa
dariyaa ko faand, pavart ko chir, kaam hai ye uskaa apnaa
ninde udaa rahi hai, jaago jaga rahi hai
gadi bula rahi hai, siti baja rahi hai
chalnaa hi zindagi hai, chalti hi jaa rahi hai
gadi bula rahi hai, siti baja rahi hai

The engine calls, its whistle cries,
The engine calls, its whistle cries,
To journey on, where life applies,
The engine calls, its whistle cries.

Behold the train, a children's game,
A lesson learned, for hearts aflame,
A heavy load, a fiery stain,
With smoke-laced lips, we feel the pain,
Yet still it sings, its melodies it streams,
The engine calls, its whistle cries.

Before the storm, behind the rain,
Above, the lightning's fiery chain,
It does not pause, through sun and shade,
Ignoring signals, unafraid,
See how it comes, and then departs, it seems,
The engine calls, its whistle cries.

They come and go, like streams that flow,
Like ripples in the waters' show,
Departed souls, a memory's mark,
Of bygone fairs, within the dark,
It weaves the tales, it ends the dreams,
The engine calls, its whistle cries.

Observe the soul, so pure and kind,
Ignoring bias, leaving all behind,
It carries all, both foe and friend,
Until the very bitter end,
Teaching to live, and how death gleams,
The engine calls, its whistle cries.

Do not defile, its sacred name,
By laying down, upon the frame,
Do not despair, but patient wait,
To find our home, and seal our fate,
As night gives way, to morning's beams,
The engine calls, its whistle cries.

Receive this word, this battlefield,
Life is no dream, to be revealed,
Leap the divide, and cut the peak,
The task it strives for, does it seek,
It steals our sleep, and wakes our schemes,
The engine calls, its whistle cries,
To journey on, where life applies,
The engine calls, its whistle cries.