jal jal ke dhunaa ho rahe ham
nas nas mein nasha bheega hain man
jismo ki dabi aarzoo hain
mar jaaye teri baahon mein ham
jal jal ke dhunaa ho rahe ham
nas nas mein nasha bheega hain man
jismo ki dabi aarzoo hain
mar jaaye teri baahon mein ham
ho ho ho baaho mein ham

aaj raat ko hosh ki hain jaroorat kahan
aaj sharm se koi keh de na paaye yahan
aaj raat ko hosh ki hain jaroorat kahan
aaj sharam se koi kehde na paaye yahan
chhune se tere o jaaneman
hota hain junoon deewanapan nasha
jal jal ke dhuan ho rahe ham
nas nas mein nasha bheega hain maann
jismo ki dabi aarzoo hain
mar jaaye teri baahon mein ham

yeh is kadar mil gaye hain hamare badan
yeh bhi nahi hain pata kaun tum kaun ham
yeh is kadar mil gaye hain hamare badan
yeh bhi nahi hain pata kaun tum kaun ham
ehsaas paseene se hain nam
sholo se chalakti hain shabnam jara
jal jal ke dhuan ho rahe ham
nas nas mein nasha bheega hain maann
jismo ki dabi aarzoo hain
mar jaaye teri baahon mein ham
jal jal ke dhuan ho rahe ham
nas nas mein nasha bheega hain maann
jismo ki dabi aarzoo hain
mar jaaye teri baahon mein ham
ho ho ho baaho mein ham

We burn, consumed to smoke and ash,
In every vein, a soaked desire.
The hidden wants of flesh, they crash,
To die within your arms, afire.
We burn, consumed to smoke and ash,
In every vein, a soaked desire.
The hidden wants of flesh, they crash,
To die within your arms, afire.
Oh, in your arms.

Tonight, where's the need for sober thought?
Tonight, where shame has no domain?
Tonight, where's the need for sober thought?
Tonight, where shame has no domain?
Your touch, my love, a fever caught,
A madness born of drunken reign.
We burn, consumed to smoke and ash,
In every vein, a soaked desire.
The hidden wants of flesh, they crash,
To die within your arms, afire.
Oh, in your arms.

Our bodies melt, a single form,
No longer knowing yours from mine.
Our bodies melt, a single form,
No longer knowing yours from mine.
With sweat, a feeling, softly born,
From flames, the dew of love's design.
We burn, consumed to smoke and ash,
In every vein, a soaked desire.
The hidden wants of flesh, they crash,
To die within your arms, afire.
We burn, consumed to smoke and ash,
In every vein, a soaked desire.
The hidden wants of flesh, they crash,
To die within your arms, afire.
Oh, in your arms.