phir talab, talab, hai talab, talab
besabab, besabab phir talab, talab
shaam hone lagi hai, shaam hone lagi
laal hone lagi hai, laal hone lagi
jab bhi cigrate jalati hain, main
jalata hoon aag pe paanv padata
hai, kambakht dhuyein mein jalta

hoon jab bhi cigrate jalati hain,
main jalata hoon phir kisine
jalaayi ek diyaasa laayi
phir kisine jalaayi ek diyaasa
laayi aasmaan jal utha hai,
shaam ne raakh udaayi
ufalein jaisa sulgata hoon,
kambakht dhuyein mein jalta hoon

lambe dhaage dhuyein ke
lambe dhaage dhuyein ke
saans silne lage hai
pyaas udhadi huyi hain,
honth chhilane lage hai
shaam hone lagi hai,
shaam hone lagi laal hone
lagi hai, laal hone lagi

kadwa jo dhuaan woh nigalata hoon,
kambakht dhuyein mein jalta hoon
jab bhi cigrate jalti hain, main
jalta hoon aag pe paanv padata
hai, kambakht dhuyein mein jalta
hoon jab bhi cigrate jalati hain,
main jalata hoon

Again the yearning, the ache, the want, the need,
Groundless, senseless, the craving bleeds.
Evening descends, the dusk begins to bloom,
Crimson hues ignite, consuming the room.

When the cigarette flares, I ignite as well,
My feet tread embers, a fiery hell.
Damn this smoke, in its embrace, I reside,
When the cigarette burns, I burn inside.

Someone, ignited a lamp, a beacon bright,
Someone kindled a flame in the fading light.
The sky itself catches fire, aflame,
As evening scatters ashes, whispering my name.
Like a smoldering ember, I slowly fade,
Damn this smoke, in its char, I'm made.

Long threads of smoke, they rise and swirl,
Breath itself starts to fray, to unfurl.
Thirst unbound, a relentless tide,
As my lips, they crack, where shadows hide.
Evening descends, the colors bleed,
Crimson hues ignite, fulfilling the need.

Bitter the smoke I swallow down,
Damn this smoke, in its depths, I drown.
When the cigarette flares, I ignite as well,
My feet tread embers, a fiery hell.
Damn this smoke, in its embrace, I reside,
When the cigarette burns, I burn inside.