khuli kitaab sa hai yeh chehra
par hijab sa hai muskarana mera
aur acting mein ustaad hoon main
aayega kisi ko na nazar, hogi na khabar
pharsh pe ho bikhra jaisa para
fisal raha hai khwaab yeh hamara
par pairon mein uchaal le
kile ke hontho pe seetiyan
main jiyoonga, main jiyoonga
beeti khushboo bhula ke, gunguna ke main jiyoonga
main jiyoonga, main jiyoonga
beeti khushboo bhula ke, gunguna ke main jiyoonga

chaand to karega ishaare
aur chidhaayenge mujhko taare
par yaadon ki lihaaz ki jo
sir dhak loonga main, chhup jaaunga main
khwaab ke parinde jo paale, kiye aasman ke hawale
udne doonga unko neeli neeli si azaadiyon mein
main jiyoonga, main jiyoonga
beeti khushboo bhula ke, gunguna ke main jiyoonga
main jiyoonga, main jiyoonga
beeti khushboo bhula ke, gunguna ke main jiyoonga

pankh yeh umeedon ke dhoop mein sukhaaunga
maine dhun badal di hain geet naye gaaunga
waise hawaon sang, dhyaav tera behta rahega
par mausam chun chun ke rut nayi banaunga
main jiyoonga, main jiyoonga
beeti khushboo bhula ke, gunguna ke main jiyoonga
main jiyoonga, main jiyoonga
beeti khushboo bhula ke, gunguna ke
bhul bhula ke, gunguna ke
bhul bhula ke, gunguna ke main jiyoonga

An open book, this face I bear,
Yet veiled, my smile, a secret prayer.
A master of the stage, I feign,
No eye shall see, no whispers gain.

Like spilled quicksilver on the ground,
Our dream, a fragile, fading sound.
But in my feet, a spring I find,
And on the castle walls, a whistle's bind.

I will live, I will live,
Forgetting scents that used to give,
Humming now, I will live,
I will live, I will live,
Forgetting scents that used to give,
Humming now, I will live.

The moon will beckon, soft and low,
And stars will mock, in silent show.
But in the cloak of memory's grace,
I'll hide my head, in a shadowed space.
The birds of dreams, I raised with care,
Released to skies, beyond compare,
To azure freedoms, soaring high,
I will live, I will live,
Forgetting scents that used to give,
Humming now, I will live,
I will live, I will live,
Forgetting scents that used to give,
Humming now, I will live.

The wings of hope, I'll dry in sun,
My melody, a new song spun.
Though whispers of your love may flow,
With winds that blow, and ebb and go,
I'll choose the seasons, one by one,
And build a dawn, for everyone.
I will live, I will live,
Forgetting scents that used to give,
Humming now, I will live,
I will live, I will live,
Forgetting scents that used to give,
Humming, forgetting, humming,
Forgetting, humming, I will live.