lipstick lagane wale dil ko jalane wale
ab chulha ab chulha jala rahe hai
chulha jala rahe hai haye haye haye
chulha jala rahe hai chulha jala rahe hai
lipstick lagane wale dil ko jalane wale chulha jala rahe hai
paudar lagane wale tir chalane wale
ab chamcha ab chamcha chala rahe hai
ab chamcha chala rahe hai
chamcha chala rahe hai haye haye haye
chamcha chala rahe hai chamcha chala rahe hai
lipstick lagane wale dil ko jalane wale chulha jala rahe hai

nakhun jo saware yu tesh laga laga ke
wo gish gaye nigode chatni bana bana ke
yu phesh lagane wale nakhra dikhane wale
ab kachra ab kachar utha rahe hai ab kachar utha rahe hai
kachar utha rahe hai haye haye haye
kachar utha rahe hai kachar utha rahe hai
lipstick lagane wale dil ko jalane wale chulha jala rahe hai
ma ne tha humko pala ande khila khila ke
kismat ne mar dala dande khila khila ke
phalwa udane wale ando ke khane wale
lipstick lagane wale dil ko jalane wale chulha jala rahe hai

ghar me tha jo bhi aalu girvi pada huaa hai
baniye ka beta bhundu usko baza raha hai
din rat gane wale piyano bazane wale haye
ab chimta ab chimta baza rahe hai ab chimta baza rahe hai
chimta baza rahe hai haye haye haye
chimta baza rahe hai chimta baza rahe hai
lipstick lagane wale dil ko jalane wale chulha jala rahe hai

Those who painted lips, burning hearts with their blaze,
Now stoke the fire, now tend the hearth's maze.
Stoking the fire, alas, alas, alas,
Stoking the fire, the flames fiercely pass,
Those who painted lips, burning hearts with their blaze, now stoke the fire's ways.

Those who powdered, sending arrows of might,
Now stir the spoon, now manage the plight.
Stirring the spoon, alas, alas, alas,
Stirring the spoon, as the work does amass,
Those who painted lips, burning hearts with their blaze, now stoke the fire's maze.

The nails once adorned, with a tempestuous grace,
Are worn and now grind, making chutney's embrace.
Those who flaunted faces, with their capricious show,
Now gather the refuse, where the lost things go.
Gathering the refuse, alas, alas, alas,
Gathering the refuse, as the moments amass,
Those who painted lips, burning hearts with their blaze, now stoke the fire's maze.

Mother once raised us, with eggs as our treat,
Fate has now struck us, with beatings we meet.
Those who flew with the fruit, those who ate of the shell,
Those who painted lips, burning hearts with their blaze, now stoke the fire's hell.

The potatoes at home, pawned to the grim,
Are now played upon, by the merchant's son's whim.
Day and night singers, who once played the keys,
Now strike the tongs, in a harsh symphony.
Striking the tongs, alas, alas, alas,
Striking the tongs, as the fire does amass,
Those who painted lips, burning hearts with their blaze, now stoke the fire's maze.