ek ni do ni teen ke bich mein atak gaye
hum to yaaro bich bichale latak gaye

oh pahle wali kahti hai tu kahan chala
dusre wali kahti hai tu phone utha
teesri wali ki tension se hum jhatak gaye

hum to yaaro bich bichale latak gaye
o hum to yaaro bich bichale latak gaye, haye
hum to yaaro bich bichale latak gaye

Between one, two, and the looming three,
We're caught, my friends, a tragic decree.

The first one cries, "Where have you strayed?"
The second demands the phone be swayed.
The third's anxieties, a sudden spree,
We're dangling now, eternally.

Oh, we're suspended, endlessly, alas,
We're caught, my friends, in a mirrored glass.