raat me hi jagte hai ye gunaaho ke ghar
inki raahe khole baahe jo bhi aaye idhar
ye hai gumraaho ka raasta
muskaane juthi hai pehchane juthi hai
rangin hai chhaai fir bhi hi tanhai

kali hi kaliyo me in masli kaliyo me toh ye dhum thi
jo ruh pyaasi hai jisme ye udhasi hai woh hai gumati
sabko talaash wohi, samjhe ye kash koi
ye hai gumraaho ka raasta
muskaane juthi hai, pehchane juthi hai
rangin hai chhaai fir bhi hi tanhai
muskaane juthi hai, pehchane juthi hai
rangin hai chhaai fir bhi hi tanhai

halke ujaalo me halke andhere me jo ek raaj hai
kyu kho gaya hai woh kya ho gaya hai ke woh naaraz hai
aye raat itna bataa tujhko toh hoga pataa
ye hai gumraaho ka raasta
muskaane juthi hai, pehchane juthi hai
rangin hai chhaai fir bhi hi tanhai
muskaane juthi hai, pehchane juthi hai
rangin hai chhaai fir bhi hi tanhai

These houses of sin awaken only in night's embrace,
Their arms outstretched, welcoming to this desolate space.
This is the path of the lost.
False are the smiles, false the recognition,
Color explodes, yet loneliness reigns.

In the petals of dawn, in these crushed blooms, a lustrous smoke did rise,
Leave behind this thirst, this sadness that forever flies.
All seek the same, if only someone understood this shame.
This is the path of the lost.
False are the smiles, false the recognition,
Color explodes, yet loneliness reigns.
False are the smiles, false the recognition,
Color explodes, yet loneliness reigns.

In the faint light, in shadows that softly creep, a secret hides,
Why is it lost, what has become, that it now confides?
O night, tell me, surely you know the story's thread,
This is the path of the lost.
False are the smiles, false the recognition,
Color explodes, yet loneliness reigns.
False are the smiles, false the recognition,
Color explodes, yet loneliness reigns.