mangti hai pyasi dharti begunah jaano ka khun
mangti hai pyasi dharti
begunah jaano ka khun koi pani to nai hai
ye hai insano ka khun ye hai insano ka khun
mangti hai pyasi dharti begunah jaano ka khun
ek sa hai rang sabka fark khuchh bhi to nahi
ek sa hai rang sabka
fark khuchh bhi to nahi dekh lo chahe milakar
apno begano ka khun apno begano ka khun
mangti hai pyasi dharti begunah jaano ka khun

katal kar dete mujhe to maaf kar deta tumhe
katal kar dete mujhe to
maaf kar deta tumhe tumne kar dala hai lekin
mere armano ka khun mere armano ka khun
mangti hai pyasi dharti begunah jaano ka khun
kab bhujegi pyas iski kya pata kisko khabar
kab bhujegi pyas iski
kya pata kisko khabar ye piyegi or jane
kitne anjano ka khun kitne anjano ka khun
mangti hai pyasi dharti begunah jaano ka khun

rang layega kabhi har ek katra khun ka
rang layega kabhi
har ek katra khun ka khun ke har ek katre me
hai ye tufano ka khun hai ye tufano ka khun
mangti hai pyasi dharti begunah jaano ka khun
koi pani to nai hai ye hai insano ka khun
ye hai insano ka khun mangti hai pyasi dharti
begunah jaano ka khun mangti hai pyasi dharti
begunah jaano ka khun

The thirsty earth demands the blood of innocents,
the thirsty earth demands.
It isn't water that it craves, no,
it is the blood of humankind, the blood of humankind.
The thirsty earth demands the blood of innocents.

All hues are one, there is no difference,
all hues are one.
No difference to be seen, blend it all together,
the blood of kin and stranger, kin and stranger's blood.
The thirsty earth demands the blood of innocents.

If you had slain me, I might have forgiven,
if you had slain me.
But you have spilled instead,
the blood of all my dreams, my very dreams.
The thirsty earth demands the blood of innocents.

When will its thirst be quenched? Who knows the answer?
When will its thirst be quenched?
Who knows the answer? It will drink and drink again,
the blood of how many more unknown, unknown?
The thirsty earth demands the blood of innocents.

Someday, each drop of blood will bloom in color,
someday, each drop will bloom.
For in each drop of blood,
lies the blood of storms, the blood of storms.
The thirsty earth demands the blood of innocents.
It isn't water that it craves, but human blood,
human blood. The thirsty earth demands,
the blood of innocents, the thirsty earth demands,
the blood of innocents.