padke kapas me ho gaya
apno se dur ho
mera kasur ye hai, ki main bekasur hu
lut gayi hai kisi ki jawani
lut gayi hai kisi ki jawani
dunia ne bana li kahani
dunia ne bana li kahani
lut gayi hai kisi ki jawani
lut gayi hai kisi ki jawani
dunia ne bana li kahani
dunia ne bana li kahani

begunahi hamari gunah ban gayi
lab pe aake hasi, ek aah ban gayi
chut hamse hamara sahara gaya
chut hamse hamara sahara gaya
dur aankho se, aankho ka tara gaya
rah gaya dard dil me nishani
rah gaya dard dil me nishani
dunia ne bana li kahani
dunia ne bana li kahani

jalti armano ki, meri basti rahi
dunia hoke khadi dur hasti rahi
hamse apno ne bhi muh mod liya
hamse apno ne bhi muh mod liya
sath chhod diya, dil tod diya
rang layi meri bejubani
rang layi meri bejubani
dunia ne bana li kahani
dunia ne bana li kahani
lut gayi hai kisi ki jawani
lut gayi hai kisi ki jawani
dunia ne bana li kahani

Cast adrift in cotton's cold embrace,
From my own kin, I'm lost in desolate space.
My crime, they say, is innocence itself,
A stolen youth, now shattered on a shelf.
A stolen youth, a life's swift, fading bloom,
The world constructs a tale, a looming tomb.
The world constructs a tale, a shadow's art.
A stolen youth, a breaking, wounded heart.
A stolen youth, a fragile, fading gleam,
The world constructs its tale, a waking dream.
The world constructs its tale, its cold refrain.

Our innocence, a sin they now proclaim,
Laughter on our lips, a whispered, burning flame.
Our solace lost, a treasure swept away,
Our solace lost, as twilight steals the day.
The star that lit our eyes, now dimmed and gone,
A lonely pain, the echo of a dawn.
A pain remains, a mark upon the soul,
The world constructs its tale, beyond control.
The world constructs its tale, a bitter scroll.

My burning hopes, a city set aflame,
While the world stood distant, playing its cruel game.
Even my own, their faces turned away,
Even my own, as shadows steal the day.
They left me, broke my heart, and walked apart,
My voiceless cries, now bringing forth their art.
My voiceless cries, now painted on the sky,
The world constructs its tale, as seasons die.
The world constructs its tale, a whispered sigh.
A stolen youth, its vibrant colors gone,
A stolen youth, where light and life are drawn,
The world constructs its tale, its cruel design.