kali kali rato me
kali kali rato me nind nahi aati lambi lambi bato me nind nahi aati
kali kali rato me nind nahi aati lambi lambi bato me nind nahi aati

ek bar aankho se ud jati hai to fir aankho me ye nind nahi aati
nind nahi aati
kali kali rato me nind nahi aati lambi lambi bato me nind nahi aati

aashik mashuk ke liye jagte hai ulfat me ghar chhod ke bhagte hai
aashik mashuk ke liye jagte hai ulfat me ghar chhod ke bhagte hai
kabhi purwat me ye aag nahi lagti kabhi mulakato me nind nahi aati
kali kali haye kali kali
kali kali rato me nind nahi aati lambi lambi bato me nind nahi aati

jab wo akele me pas nahi hote aise mausam kuch khas nahi hote
jab wo akele me pas nahi hote aise mausam kuch khas nahi hote
aise sawan me ye pyas nahi bujhti aisi barsato me nind nahi aati
kali kali haye kali kali
kali kali rato me nind nahi aati lambi lambi bato me nind nahi aati
ek bar aankho se ud jati hai to fir aankho me ye nind nahi aati
nind nahi aati
kali kali rato me nind nahi aati lambi lambi bato me nind nahi aati

In nights of deepest black,
sleep evades, in tales that stretch and lack.
In nights of deepest black, sleep evades,
in stories long, the soul degrades.

Once flown from eyes, a vanished grace,
sleep deserts that haunted space.
Sleep deserts.
In nights of deepest black, sleep evades,
in stories long, the soul degrades.

Lovers wake for a whispered plea,
in love's embrace, they flee.
Lovers wake for a whispered plea,
in love's embrace, they flee.
In the east, a fire never to be,
in meetings missed, sleep flees from me.
In nights so black, oh, so black,
In nights of deepest black, sleep evades,
in stories long, the soul degrades.

When they're absent, near, apart,
seasons lose their beating heart.
When they're absent, near, apart,
seasons lose their beating heart.
In such rains, thirst is never quelled,
in such downpours, sleep is repelled.
In nights so black, oh, so black,
In nights of deepest black, sleep evades,
in stories long, the soul degrades.
Once flown from eyes, a vanished grace,
sleep deserts that haunted space.
Sleep deserts.
In nights of deepest black, sleep evades,
in stories long, the soul degrades.