ibn-e-batuta ta ta
ibn-e-batuta ta ta

ibn-e-batuta ta ta
bagal me juta ta ta
ibn-e-batuta ta ta
bagal me juta ta ta
pehne to karta hai chur
ud ud aave aa aa
daana chuge aa aa
ud ud aave aa aa
daana chuge aa aa
ud jaaye chidiya fur
ibn-e-batuta ta ta
bagal me juta ta ta
pehne to karta hai chur
ud ud aave daana chuge ha
ud jaaye chidiya fur

o agale mod pe maut khadi hai
are marne ki bhi kya jaldi hai
ibn-e-batuta
agale mod pe maut khadi hai
are marane ki bhi haaye kya jaldi hai
horn bajaake aa bagiyan me
ho durghatana se der bhali hai
chal ud ja ud ja furr fur
ibn-e-batuta ta ta
bagal me juta ta ta
ibn-e-batuta ta ta
bagal me juta ta ta
pehne to karta hai chur
ud ud aave aa aa
daana chuge aa aa
ud ud aave aa aa
daana chuge aa aa
ud jaave chidiya fur

ibn-e-batuta ta ta
bagal me juta ta ta
pehne to karta hai chur
ud ud aave daana chuge aa
ud jaave chidiya fur

Ibn Battuta, ta ta,
Ibn Battuta, ta ta,
Ibn Battuta, ta ta,
A shoe tucked near, ta ta.
Ibn Battuta, ta ta,
A shoe tucked near, ta ta.
Wearing it, a world undone,
Soaring, arriving, ah, ah,
Picking grains, ah, ah,
Soaring, arriving, ah, ah,
Picking grains, ah, ah,
The little bird flies, fur.
Ibn Battuta, ta ta,
A shoe tucked near, ta ta.
Wearing it, a world undone,
Soaring, arriving, picking grains, ha,
The little bird flies, fur.

At the next turn, death does wait,
Oh, why this rush to seal your fate?
Ibn Battuta...
At the next turn, death does wait,
Oh, why this haste, alas, to seal your fate?
Blowing a horn through gardens green,
Better late, than a tragic state.
Go, fly away, fur, fur.
Ibn Battuta, ta ta,
A shoe tucked near, ta ta.
Ibn Battuta, ta ta,
A shoe tucked near, ta ta.
Wearing it, a world undone,
Soaring, arriving, ah, ah,
Picking grains, ah, ah,
Soaring, arriving, ah, ah,
Picking grains, ah, ah,
The little bird flies, fur.

Ibn Battuta, ta ta,
A shoe tucked near, ta ta.
Wearing it, a world undone,
Soaring, arriving, picking grains, ha,
The little bird flies, fur.