gali gali me baat chali gali gali me baat chali
gali gali me baat chali gali gali me baat chali
itne zor se itne shor se kiski ye baarat chali
gali gali me baat chali gali gali me baat chali
itne zor se itne shor se kiski ye baarat chali
gali gali me baat chali gali gali me baat chali
itne zor se itne shor se kiski ye baarat chali

chori se ha chupke se chori se ha chupke se
chori se ha chupke se phool khila ke dil ke
saari duniya se chupke ladka ladki milte the
ladka ladki milte the
kaun ye jaane kitne din inki mulakat chali
kaun ye jaane kitne din inki mulakat chali
itne zor se itne shor se kiski ye baarat chali
gali gali me baat chali gali gali me baat chali
itne zor se itne shor se kiski ye baarat chali

khoob tamasha ek hua khoob tamasha ek hua
khoob tamasha ek hua ek nirala khel hua
nafrat ki diwar giri bade budho ka mel hua
nafrat ki diwar giri bade budho ka mel hua
ham duhsman ke dost bane duhsman ki na ghat chale
ham duhsman ke dost bane duhsman ki na ghat chale
itne zor se itne shor se kiski ye baarat chali
gali gali me baat chali gali gali me baat chali
gali gali me baat chali gali gali me baat chali
itne zor se itne shor se kiski ye baarat chali
itne zor se itne shor se kiski ye baarat chali

Whispers on every street, they spread like wildfire,
Whispers on every street, a fervent pyre.
With such a clamor, such a deafening sound,
Whose wedding procession is weaving around?
Whispers on every street, a truth unfurled,
Whose wedding procession is shaking the world?

In secret, yes, in hushed and stolen guise,
In secret, hearts blossomed, beneath closed skies.
Two lovers met, unseen by judging eyes,
Two souls entwined, where true affection lies.
Who knows how long their rendezvous did gleam?
Who knows the measure of their whispered dream?
With such a clamor, such a deafening sound,
Whose wedding procession is weaving around?
Whispers on every street, a truth unfurled,
Whose wedding procession is shaking the world?

A spectacle unfolds, a wondrous scene,
A spectacle unfolds, where hearts convene.
The walls of hate crumble, a bridge between,
The elders unite, where peace has been.
We, once foes, now friends, no malice to be found,
We, once foes, now friends, on hallowed ground.
With such a clamor, such a deafening sound,
Whose wedding procession is weaving around?
Whispers on every street, the truth we see,
Whose wedding procession, eternally?
With such a clamor, such a deafening sound,
Whose wedding procession is shaking the world?
Whose wedding procession, forever unfurled?