gir ke sambhalte hai hum
girne ka nahi hai gham
kismat giraye jaha
manzil mil jaye waha
are gir ke sambhalte hai hum, ha
girne ka nahi hai gham
kismat giraye jaha
manzil mil jaye waha

humne kabhi socha hi nahi hume jana hai kidhar
are humne kabhi socha hi nahi hume jana hai kidhar
thokar sabhi khate hai kabhi
chahe jitni ho achhi najar
kaisi kahi
gir ke sambhalte hai hum
girne ka nahi hai gham
kismat giraye jaha
manzil mil jaye waha

l l layi hi hi
l l layi hi hi hi

ye kahe zindagi muskurate huye
tu mujhe pyar kar
ye kahe zindagi muskurate huye
tu mujhe pyar kar
har mod pe sab dukh chhod ke
tu mera intzaar kar
gir ke sambhalte hai hum, kya
girne ka nahi hai gham, waah waah
kismat giraye jaha, ha
manzil mil jaye waha

ummed ke kafile kabhi rukte nahi
unka hai ye dastur
ummed ke kafile kabhi rukte nahi
unka hai ye dastur
lakire tere hath ki kah rahi
faisla tera hai manjur, waah waah
gir ke sambhalte hai hum
girne ka nahi hai gham
are kismat giraye jaha
manzil mil jaye waha

ae rom pom pom pom pom
ae bom bom bom bom bom
la la la la la r la
la la la la la la
la la la

We fall, then rise, we always do,
No sorrow clings to falls we knew.
Where fate may cast its heavy hand,
There lies the promised, blessed land.
Oh, we fall, then rise, it's true,
No sorrow clings to falls we knew.
Where fate may cast its heavy hand,
There lies the promised, blessed land.

We never knew which way to roam,
We never knew our destined home.
All stumble, even those who see,
No matter how their vision's free.
How strange to say,
We fall, then rise, we always do,
No sorrow clings to falls we knew.
Where fate may cast its heavy hand,
There lies the promised, blessed land.

La la la, hee hee,
La la la, hee hee hee.

Life whispers, smiling, soft and low,
"Love me, let your feelings flow."
Life whispers, smiling, soft and low,
"Love me, let your feelings flow."
At every turn, leave pain behind,
Await my presence, be inclined.
We fall, then rise, what joy!
No sorrow clings, a sweet employ!
Where fate may cast its heavy hand,
There lies the promised, blessed land.

The caravans of hope press on,
Their journey never truly gone.
The caravans of hope press on,
Their journey never truly gone.
The lines upon your hand declare,
Your choice is made, beyond compare.
We fall, then rise, we always do,
No sorrow clings to falls we knew.
Where fate may cast its heavy hand,
There lies the promised, blessed land.

Ay rom pom pom pom pom pom,
Ay bom bom bom bom bom,
La la la la la ra la,
La la la la la la,
La la la.