log aate hai log jate hai log aate hai log jate hai
pyas apne dilo ki bujhate hai rat din husn ki rangraliya hai
rat din husn ki rangraliya hai ye to badnam logo ki galiya hai
ye to badnam logo ki galiya hai log aate hai log jate hai
pyas apne dilo ki bhujate hai rat din husn ki rangraliya hai
rat din husn ki rangraliya hai ye to badnam logo ki galiya hai
ye to badnam logo ki galiya hai

jismo ka hai bazar yaha paiso se milta pyar yaha
aaye na mahaki bahar yaha bhanware yaha lutte hai
shokh jawani jismo ka hai bazar yaha
paiso se milta pyar yaha aaye na mahaki bahar yaha
bhanware yaha lutte hai shokh jawani
ujde gulshna ki majbur kaliya hai ujde gulshna ki majbur kaliya hai
ye to badnam logo ki galiya hai ye to badnam logo ki galiya hai
hotho pe mithe bol nahi rishto ka koi mol nahi
hoga na aisa dard kahi kaun sunega bhala bebas ki kahani
hotho pe mithe bol nahi rishto ka koi mol nahi
hoga na aisa dard kahi kaun sunega bhala bebas ki kahani

pankh jinke na ho hum wo pariya hai
pankh jinke na ho hum wo pariya hai
ye to badnam logo ki galiya hai log aate hai log jate hai
pyas apne dilo ki bhujate hai rat din husn ki rangraliya hai
rat din husn ki rangraliya hai ye to badnam logo ki galiya hai
ye to badnam logo ki galiya hai ye to badnam logo ki galiya hai

They come and go, they come and go,
Quenching thirsts within their souls' hollows.
Day and night, a revelry of beauty's show,
Day and night, a revelry of beauty's show.
These are the lanes where shadows flow.
These are the lanes where shadows flow.
They come and go,
Quenching thirsts within their souls' hollows.
Day and night, a revelry of beauty's show,
Day and night, a revelry of beauty's show.
These are the lanes where shadows flow.
These are the lanes where shadows flow.

The market of flesh, a vibrant trade,
Where love is bought with coin displayed.
No fragrant spring will here pervade,
Where honeybees are cruelly swayed.
The market of flesh, a vibrant trade,
Where love is bought with coin displayed.
No fragrant spring will here pervade,
Where honeybees are cruelly swayed.
The blossoms of a withered garden, frail,
The blossoms of a withered garden, frail.
These are the lanes where shadows trail.
These are the lanes where shadows trail.
No sweet words grace these lips of stone,
No value given to bonds we've known.
Such sorrow's depths are rarely shown,
Who hears the cries of those alone?
No sweet words grace these lips of stone,
No value given to bonds we've known.
Such sorrow's depths are rarely shown,
Who hears the cries of those alone?

Where wings are clipped, they call them fair,
Where wings are clipped, they call them fair.
These are the lanes where shadows dare.
They come and go,
Quenching thirsts within their souls' hollows.
Day and night, a revelry of beauty's show,
Day and night, a revelry of beauty's show.
These are the lanes where shadows flow.
These are the lanes where shadows flow.
These are the lanes where shadows flow.