kuchh lamhe the alfaz the arman the fiza me
kabhi sahme the makkar the jana kidhar na jane

mithi boliya sun lo aasmani rango ki
mithi boliya sun lo bejubani lamho ki
girte sambhalte chalte ladkhadaye
ha magar hausla na dagmagaye
arman ki patang ko udaye udaye
ae zindagi hame saubto ka nasha hai, ye saubte yaaro ki
ae zindagi hame hosh ki na tu dawa de, dua de dua de
mithi boliya sun lo aasmani rang ki
mithi boliya sun lo bejubani lamho ki

sapno ke sapno ke pichhe ye chale pichhe ye chale
raaho me hai yaado ka pehra
sulga ke sulga ke kaali si raat kaali si raat
layenge ye ujla savera
ujla savera ujla savera ujla savera ujla savera
girte sambhalte chalte ladkhadaye
ha magar hausla na dagmagaye
arman ki patang ko udaye udaye
ae zindagi hame saubto ka nasha hai, ye saubte yaaro ki
ae jindagi hame hosh ki na tu dawa de, dua de dua de
mithi boliya sun lo aasmani rang ki
mithi boliya sun lo bejubani lamho ki

Moments bloomed, then words took flight, desires danced in air,
Once hushed, then sly, unsure of paths to dare.

Listen close, to honeyed tongues of skies,
Listen close, to voiceless moments' cries.
We stumble, rise, and falter, bruised and sore,
But courage holds, and wavers nevermore.
The kite of yearning, we propel on high,
Oh Life, companionship's sweet wine we sigh,
This closeness of friends, our sacred, binding tie.
Oh Life, no potion of awareness bring,
But blessings, blessings, on our souls you fling.
Listen close, to honeyed tongues of skies,
Listen close, to voiceless moments' cries.

Chasing dreams, and shadows in their train,
Memories guard the paths, a haunting reign.
Igniting, burning, the darkest night,
To birth a dawn of purest, shining light.
A dawn of light, a dawn of shining white.
We stumble, rise, and falter, bruised and sore,
But courage holds, and wavers nevermore.
The kite of yearning, we propel on high,
Oh Life, companionship's sweet wine we sigh,
This closeness of friends, our sacred, binding tie.
Oh Life, no potion of awareness bring,
But blessings, blessings, on our souls you fling.
Listen close, to honeyed tongues of skies,
Listen close, to voiceless moments' cries.