hame ye duniya wale hame ye duniya wale
pyar ka iljam dete hai
magar hum hai ke phir bhi magar hum hai ke phir bhi
aapka hi naam lete hai hame ye duniya wale

dil me jo pyar aaya kisko karar aaya
phir bhi na aapko to kuch aetbar aaya
dil me jo pyar aaya kisko karar aaya
phir bhi na aapko to kuch aetbar aaya
khud hi tadap ke dil ko tham lete hai
hame ye duniya wale hame ye duniya wale
pyar ka iljam dete hai
magar hum hai ke phir bhi magar hum hai ke phir bhi
aapka hi naam lete hai hame ye duniya wale

jab teri yaad aaye leke fariyad aaye
din ko na chain pau ankhiyo me raat jaye
jab teri yaad aaye leke fariyad aaye
din ko na chain pau ankhiyo me raat jaye
ab to tadpane me aaram lete hai
hame ye duniya wale hame ye duniya wale
pyar ka iljam dete hai
magar hum hai ke phir bhi magar hum hai ke phir bhi
aapka hi naam lete hai hame ye duniya wale

puncho kabhi haal kya hai dil ka sawal kya hai
hum pe hai biti kya kya tumko khyal kya hai
puncho kabhi haal kya hai dil ka sawal kya hai
hum pe hai biti kya kya tumko khyal kya hai
phir bhi tumhi pe hum to jaan dete hai
hame ye duniya wale hame ye duniya wale
pyar ka iljam dete hai
magar hum hai ke phir bhi magar hum hai ke phir bhi
aapka hi naam lete hai hame ye duniya wale

They, this world, they, the world around,
accuse us of love's deep ground.
Yet still, though all declare,
still, we whisper only your name in air.
They, this world, they, the world around.

Love bloomed within, who found a peace?
Still, no trust, your heart finds release.
Love bloomed within, who found a peace?
Still, no trust, your heart finds release.
But in our pain, our hearts we seize.
They, this world, they, the world around,
accuse us of love's deep ground.
Yet still, though all declare,
still, we whisper only your name in air.
They, this world, they, the world around.

When your memory comes, a plea takes flight,
no solace by day, the night my sight.
When your memory comes, a plea takes flight,
no solace by day, the night my sight.
Now in this pain, our rest we find.
They, this world, they, the world around,
accuse us of love's deep ground.
Yet still, though all declare,
still, we whisper only your name in air.
They, this world, they, the world around.

Ask, what of the heart, its question untold?
What we have borne, what stories unfold?
Ask, what of the heart, its question untold?
What we have borne, what stories unfold?
Yet still, for you, our life we'd give.
They, this world, they, the world around,
accuse us of love's deep ground.
Yet still, though all declare,
still, we whisper only your name in air.
They, this world, they, the world around.