tum jo firte ho lambi caro me
rehte ho mehlo se makano me
tum bura kehte ho hamko yaro
jhank lo apne girebano me
phir saval aur javab kar lo tum
aaj hamse hisab kar lo tum
kuch tumhare hath hai aur
kuch hamare hath hai sath hai duniya tumhare
dil humare sath hai kuch tumhare hath hai

tumne khushiya kharidi hai bajar me
hamne ranginiya payi hai pyar me
tumko wo sukh jo bikte hai sare mile
hamko yari mili dost pyare mile
tumko paisa mila to ye andaj hai
hamko apne hi upar magar naaj hai
tum chale to sath ye dar hai ki tum lut jaoge
ham chale to sath ummido ki ik barat hai
kuch tumhare hath hai kuch hamare hath hai

kaun ho tum kaha se aaye ho
baat karne ki bhi tameej nahi
hai jamana hamari thokar me
tum ho kya tum to koi cheej nahi
hujur itna na kariye gurur daulat par
ye shisha chan se kisi roj tut jayega
jamane bhar ko hai luta hujur ne
lekin ye banda apko ik roj loot jayega
khud ko jyada na bekarar kare
aap us din ka intejar kare
kuch tumhare hath hai kuch hamare hath hai
tumne mana ki tum lutere ho
par bura hamko kehte rehte ho
ham bure kyu hai tum bhale kyun ho
tum jo kehte ho kyu wo kehte ho
kuch tumhare hath hai kuch hamare hath hai

tum sharafat ke parde ke piche chupe
sau gunaho ki mehfil sajate rahe
sajate rahe sajate rahe
hamne jo bhi kiya saaf khul ke kiya
ham hai kya ham ye sabko batate rahe
batate rahe tumne jo bhi kiya jurm hai wo bada
hamne to wo kiya hai jo karna pada
hamne jo bhi hai kiya wo din dahade hai kiya
tumne sab kuch hai kiya jab chayi kali rat
kuch tumhare hath hai kuch hamare hath hai

You, who glide in long, sleek chariots,
In castles dwell, not homes, but hollows.
You cast stones at us, comrades,
But search your own shadowed sorrows.

Then question and answer, face the test,
Settle accounts with us, arrest
The scales of fate. Some is your own,
Some, the world's shared breath, a seed we've sown,
The heart, our kin. Some is your own.

You bought your joys in bustling markets,
We found our hues in love's sweet arcades.
You gained the comforts, all on sale,
We found friendship's bond, beloved comrades.
You, wealth, your constant, fleeting sway,
We, pride of spirit, come what may.
You fear to lose what you have wrought,
While hope's procession, with us, does play.
Some is your own, and some is ours.

Who are you? Where did you arrive?
You lack the grace of words, the art of speech.
The age falls under our footfalls,
While you are naught, a thing to beseech.
Sir, do not boast of wealth's embrace,
For glass will shatter in time and space.
You've plundered all the world, I see,
But this one soul, will take your place.
Do not distress your heart too much,
Await the day, the fateful touch.
Some is your own, and some is ours.
You claim you are the robber, true,
Yet call us wicked, it's not you.
Why are we bad, and you so pure?
Why say those words that you endure?
Some is your own, and some is ours.

Beneath the veil of your facade,
A hundred sins, your secrets hide.
You build your feasts, your wicked games.
We act in light, our deeds confide.
We speak our truth, for all to see,
Revealing who we truly be.
Your crimes are vast, your choices steep,
While we did what we had to do, to be free.
We did our deeds beneath the sun's bright eye,
You, in the cloak of the darkest night.
Some is your own, and some is ours.