kyu ladkiya hamse kyu ladkiya hamse
ye raz chupati hai umar ho chabbis ki to
solah batati hai umar ho chabbis ki to
solah batati hai kyu ladke bhi hamse
kyu ladke bhi hamse ye raz chupate hai
shadi shuda hoke kaware batate hai
shadi shuda hoke kaware batate hai

fitrat hasino ki tauba duhai fitrat hasino ki tauba duhai
inse pareshan sari khudai inse pareshan sari khudai
in hasino se kah do sajna sawarna chhod de
to hum majbur aashik bhi inpe marna chhod de
inki adao me dhokha hi dhokha
inki adao me dhokha hi dhokha
inpe kabhi tum na karna bharosha
inpe kabhi tum na karna bharosha
karna bharosha ye husn ki bijli aji hum pe girati hai
umar ho chabbis ki to solah batati hai
umar ho chabbis ki to solah batati hai

hamne fakat inko dokha diya hai
hamne fakat inko dokha diya hai
ham pe sitam ye inhone kiya hai
ham pe sitam ye inhone kiya hai
ye aise aashik hai jo roz jite hai roz marte hai
inki bato me kabhi mat aana apne matlab ke liye
kuch bhi ye karte hai kaliyo ko luta hai khilte chaman se
kaliyo ko luta hai khilte chaman se
hairan hum inke harjai pan se
hairan hum inke harjai pan se harjai pan se
pucho na ye kya kya bahane banate hai
shadi shuda hoke kuware batate hai
shadi shuda hoke kuware batate hai

na kuch hamse chupao hakikat tum batao
bade bebak ho tum bade chalak ho tum
bade nadan ho tum bade beiman ho tum
bade magrur ho tum nashe me chur ho tum
yaha aaye ho ladne ham to aaye hai padhne
yaha aaye ho ladne ham to aaye hai padhne

aankho pe fashion ka ye chashma lagati hai
umar ho chabbis ki to solah batati hai
umar ho chabbis ki to solah batati hai
majnu ye sadko ke arre hamko satate hai
shadi shuda hoke kuware batate hai
are umar ho chabbis ki to solah batati hai
are shadi shuda hoke kuware batate hai

Why do they hide, these girls we see,
A secret veiled, for all to be,
Twenty-six years, a score of tales,
Yet sixteen years, their story unveils.
Why do they hide, these boys we greet,
A hidden truth, bitter and sweet,
Married souls, a tangled thread,
Yet single still, their words are said.

The nature of beauty, a whispered plea,
A prayer to God, for all to see,
They trouble the world, a constant plight,
Let them abandon their vain display,
And we, the lovers, forced to yearn,
Will cease to burn, our lessons learn.
In their allure, a shadowed deceit,
Never believe, the words they speak,
Never trust the beauty they wield,
A lightning strike, upon the field.
Twenty-six years, a score of tales,
Yet sixteen years, their story unveils.

We are deceived, this much is true,
And they, the hurt, the broken few,
They inflict their wounds, a painful art,
These lovers live, then fall apart,
Every day a dying start.
Don't heed their words, their tempting guise,
They seek their gain, beneath our eyes,
They plunder blooms, from gardens bright,
From fields of flowers, into the night.
Their fickle ways, our puzzled gaze,
The tricks they play, in endless maze,
Their excuses spun, a whispered lie,
Married still, and yet they try.

Do not conceal, the truth we crave,
Reveal the heart, the soul to save,
You are bold, you are sly,
You are naive, you are a lie,
You are proud, in a drunken daze,
To fight you came, we sought the ways
We came to learn, to read and grow.

Fashion's veil, upon their eyes,
Twenty-six years, a score of lies,
Yet sixteen years, their story cries.
The lovers of streets, they cause us pain,
Married still, yet single again,
Twenty-six years, a score of lies,
Married still, and veiled their eyes.