pyar ne kitne sapne dekhe
aas mein kitne geet bune
is duniya ke shor mein
lekin dil ki dhadkan kaun sune
dil hi me rah gaye ab arma
chup hai juba
gum ka baya kisse kare kaun sune
pyar ne kitne sapne dekhe
aas mein kitne geet bune, kitne geet bune
pyar ne kitne sapne dekhe
aas mein kitne geet bune, kitne geet bune

aashao ke sune ghar me
har aahat begani thi
jab hamne najdik se dekha
har surat anjani thi
har surat anjani thi
dil hi me rah gaye ab arma
chup hai juba
gum ka baya kisse kare kaun sune
pyar ne kitne sapne dekhe
aas mein kitne geet bune, kitne deep bune

kaun sune kisko samjhaye
dukh apni tanhayi ke
kisko padi jo sunne baithe
dukhde peer parai ke
dukhde peer parai ke
dil hi me rah gaye ab arma
chup hai juba
gum ka baya kisse kare kaun sune
pyar ne kitne sapne dekhe
aas mein kitne geet bune
is dunia ke shor me lekin
dil ki dhadkan kaun sune
kitne geet bune kitne geet bune

Love, a weaver of dreams unseen,
Hope, a spinner of songs, a vibrant sheen.
In the world's deafening roar, a silent plea,
Who hears the heart's hidden decree?

Desires now linger, locked within,
The tongue is hushed, where does sorrow begin?
To whom can we pour out the soul's deep ache?
Who listens when the heart starts to break?
Love, a weaver of dreams unseen,
Hope, a spinner of songs, a vibrant sheen.

In hope's deserted, echoing halls,
Each footstep felt foreign, as twilight falls.
When we saw close, face to face,
Every form, a stranger in this place.
Every form, a stranger in this place.
Desires now linger, locked within,
The tongue is hushed, where does sorrow begin?
To whom can we pour out the soul's deep ache?
Who listens when the heart starts to break?
Love, a weaver of dreams unseen,
Hope, a spinner of songs, a vibrant sheen.

Who will listen, who will understand?
The solitary grief in this barren land.
Who has time to sit and bear,
Another's suffering, another's care?
Another's suffering, another's care?
Desires now linger, locked within,
The tongue is hushed, where does sorrow begin?
To whom can we pour out the soul's deep ache?
Who listens when the heart starts to break?
Love, a weaver of dreams unseen,
Hope, a spinner of songs, a vibrant sheen.
In the world's deafening roar, a silent plea,
Who hears the heart's hidden decree?
A vibrant sheen, a vibrant sheen.