hujur aap naye hum naye ye raat nayi
to aaj mujre me ho jaye koi baat nayi
ye andhera hai maut ujale ki
aur andhere ki maut ujala hai
maut ke hath se na raat bachi
aur na din hi bachane wala

jisko bhi mara maut ne hi mara
jisko bhi mara maut ne hi mara
mujhe maut ne nahi
mujhe maut ne nahi
mujhe zindagi ne mara
zindagi ne mara
jisko bhi mara maut ne hi mara
jisko bhi mara maut ne hi mara
mujhe maut ne nahi aaaaaa
mujhe maut ne nahi
mujhe zindagi ne mara hohoho mara

maut ka mara to duniya se gujar jayega
zindagi ne jise mara vo kidhar jayega
maut ka mara to duniya se gujar jayega
zindagi ne jise mara vo kidhar jayega
sakh se tut gaya patta vo phir tut gaya
jis taraf aandhi ka rukh hoga udhar jayega
sikva fiza se na gulista se
kehna hi padta hai fir bhi juban se
ho jisko bhi mara maut ne hi mara
ho jisko bhi mara maut ne hi mara
mujhe maut ne nahi
ha maut ne nahi
ha ha maut ne nahi
mujhe zindagi ne mara ho mara

aooooooo
to chalo rang hi badal dhale
aish mai kisliye khalal dhale
sojh ka saaj banaya jaye
ek naya raag sunaya jaye
pyas aankho ki bhujaye jaye
meharbano ko dua di jaye
chahene walo ki duniya
yu hi aabad rahe
aarzoo bas itni hai
bas ye baat meri yaad rahe
jisko bhi mara maut ne hi mara
jisko bhi mara maut ne hi mara
mujhe maut ne nahi
mujhe zindagi ne mara hohoho mara

New master, new we, new night,
Let a new song ignite tonight.
This darkness, the death of light,
Light's death, the dawn's first sight.
From death's grasp, the night won't flee,
Nor day itself, eternally.

Whomsoever death has struck, it's death that won,
Whomsoever death has struck, it's death that won.
Not death that felled me,
No, not death for me,
But life, it's life, that's done.
Life that's done.
Whomsoever death has struck, it's death that won,
Whomsoever death has struck, it's death that won.
Not death for me, aaaaah,
Not death for me,
But life, ohoho, that's done.

Death's victim, departs the world's stage,
Life's victim, where shall they engage?
Death's victim, departs the world's stage,
Life's victim, where shall they engage?
A leaf torn from its bough, it's torn anew,
Whither the gale directs, it will pursue.
No complaint against the breeze, nor bloom,
Yet from the tongue, a whispered doom.
Whomsoever death has struck, it's death that won,
Whomsoever death has struck, it's death that won.
Not death for me,
Oh death, no,
Ha, ha, no death,
But life that's done, oh, done.

Aooooooooh,
So let the colors now transform,
Why mar the joy with any storm?
Let the sooth's chord resound and play,
A new hue to light the way.
Quench the eyes' thirst, so deep,
To the gracious, blessings keep.
May lovers' worlds forever thrive,
This, my sole wish, to survive.
Just remember this, my heart,
Whomsoever death has struck, it's death that won,
Whomsoever death has struck, it's death that won.
Not death for me,
But life that's done, ohoho, done.