kauwa chaala hans ki chaal aakhir bhoola apni chaal
apni chaal ko bhoola logo apni chaal ko bhoola
kauwa chaala hans ki chaal apni chaal ko bhoola logo
apni chaal ko bhoola logo apni chaal ko bhoola
kauwa chaala hans ki chaal

dunia bhar ki sair ko dekho nikla hai ye kauwa
udte udte is nagri me aa pahucha hai kauwa
bulbul ka har geet churakar gata hai ye kauwa
auron ki nakkali par ye jeeta hai ye kauwa
kauwa chaala hans ki chaal aakhir bhoola apni chaal
apni chaal ko bhoola logo apni chaal ko bhoola
kauwa chaala hans ki chaal aakhir bhoola apni chaal
apni chaal ko bhoola logo apni chaal ko bhoola
kauwa chala hans ki chaal

paisa waisa paas nahi hai bhuka hai bechara
manjil manjil pet ke khatir phirta hai aawara
auron ki jo rees karega wo to hai diwana
pathar kaise ban sakta hai chandi ka paimana
kauwa chaala hans ki chaal aakhir bhoola apni chaal
apni chaal ko bhoola logo apni chaal ko bhoola
kauwa chaala hans ki chaal aakhir bhoola apni chaal
apni chaal ko bhoola logo apni chaal ko bhoola
kauwa chaala hans ki chaal

The crow, it yearned for swan's grace,
And lost its own, its truest pace.
Lost its stride, it stumbled, fell,
Lost its stride, a mournful knell.
The crow, it yearned for swan's grace.

Across the world, it sought to roam,
This crow, now far from its home.
Soaring, it reached this foreign town,
Where shadows of its doubts came down.
Stealing songs, the nightingale's art,
Mimicking, it played a borrowed part.
The crow, it yearned for swan's grace,
And lost its own, its truest pace.
Lost its stride, it stumbled, fell,
Lost its stride, a mournful knell.
The crow, it yearned for swan's grace.

No riches held, this hungry soul,
A wanderer, far from its goal.
For food it chased, a desperate plea,
A copycat, it couldn’t be free.
Envy’s fire, a burning plight,
How can stone reflect silver's light?
The crow, it yearned for swan's grace,
And lost its own, its truest pace.
Lost its stride, it stumbled, fell,
Lost its stride, a mournful knell.
The crow, it yearned for swan's grace.