hey i wana tell you about this thing
this stick of ciggaret yeah
phir talab talab hai talab talab
besabab besabab phir talab talab
sham hone lagi hai sham hone lagi
lal hone lagi hai lal hone lagi

jab bhi cigrate jalati hain main jalata hun
ag pe panv padata hai
kambakht dhuyein mein jalta hun
jab bhi cigrate jalati hain main jalata hun

phir kisine jalayi ek diyasa layi
phir kisine jalayi ek diyasa layi
asman jal utha hai sham ne rakh udayi
uple jaisa sulgata hun kambakht dhuyein mein jalta hun

lambe dhage dhuyein ke lambe dhage dhuyein ke
sans silne lage hai
pyas udhadi huyi hain honth chhilane lage hai
sham hone lagi hai sham hone lagi
lal hone lagi hai lal hone lagi

kadwa hai jo dhuan woh nigalata hun
kambakht dhuyein mein jalta hun
jab bhi cigrate jalati hain main jalata hun
ag pe panv padata hai
kambakht dhuyein mein jalta hun
jab bhi cigrate jalati hain main jalata hun

I want to tell you of this thing,
this stick of fire, yes.
Then craving, craving, it is craving,
baseless, baseless, then craving, craving.
Evening descends, evening descends,
reddening, reddening.

Whenever the cigarette ignites, I burn,
my feet tread on fire,
cursed, I burn in the smoke.
Whenever the cigarette ignites, I burn.

Then someone struck a match,
then someone struck a match,
the heavens aflame, evening scatters ash,
I feel like dung, cursed, I burn in the smoke.

Long threads of smoke, long threads of smoke,
breath begins to sew shut,
thirst unravels, lips begin to peel,
evening descends, evening descends,
reddening, reddening.

Bitter smoke, I swallow it,
cursed, I burn in the smoke.
Whenever the cigarette ignites, I burn,
my feet tread on fire,
cursed, I burn in the smoke.
Whenever the cigarette ignites, I burn.