kab kab kab pighalegi barf ki nadi
lamhe utare is mein jaise pighale pani
leharo mein tarange pairo me gili mitti
thande se kandho pe rakhi yaad ki angithi
kab kab kab pighalegi barf ki nadi
lamhe utare is mei jaise pighale pani

sab behate rahein koi dekhega na tujhe
jaye sare bhad me wo dekhe to baat hain
tab tab tab jagegi barf ki nadi
raato ke hatho mein maine likhi kahani

hain thoda dara sa woh aankhein chura raha
table pe akele woh ungali ghuma raha
jab jab jab ublengi barf ki nadi
aankhon mein sambhale rakhna shaitani

udati si khabar hain kuch hoga ab yaha
chhat pe bhi hain jal rahi dhimi si aag ek
kanpate se honth se peena raat jara jara
peeyegi tu magar nasha usko hoga tera
houle se uth ke darvaja satana hain na
subaho to saanse baje na jor se
jab chori se wo dekhe tujhe aadhi nind me

ab ab ab chupke se barf ki nadi
uspe tu gaur kare na ka safar
uspe tu gaur kare na ka safar
uspe tu gaur kare na ka safa

When, oh when, will the river of ice melt?
Moments descend, like water dissolving.
Waves in the tide, damp earth on bare feet,
Upon cold shoulders, embers of memories.
When, oh when, will the river of ice melt?
Moments descend, like water dissolving.

All flow onward, none see your form,
Let them all vanish, to see you is the core.
Then, oh then, will the river of ice awaken,
In the hands of night, I wrote my story.

A touch of fear, eyes avert and stray,
Fingers trace circles on a lonely tray.
When, oh when, will the river of ice boil,
Hold the devil's spark within your gaze.

A whisper of news, something stirs now,
On the roof also, a slow fire glows.
From trembling lips, sip the night slowly,
You will drink, but its intoxication, yours.
Gently rise, and the door to softly seek,
Mornings, then, will not breathe too loud,
When, unseen, it sees you half-asleep.

Now, oh now, secretly the river of ice,
Upon it, you will not heed, the journey,
Upon it, you will not heed, the journey,
Upon it, you will not heed, the journey.