rate na rahi wo na rahe din wo hamare
rate na rahi wo na rahe din wo hamare
tum hi bata do ke jiye kiske sahare
rate na rahi wo na rahe din wo hamare
tum hi bata do ke jiye kiske sahare
rate na rahi wo

aa jao tadapta hai jiya dard ke maare
aa jao tadapta hai jiya dard ke maare
dam ghut ke mare jate hai arman bechare
ab tum hi bata do ke jiye kiske sahare
rate na rahi wo

koi to unhe jake ye paigam mera de
koi to unhe jake ye paigam mera de
ek rota hua dil tumhe din rat pukare
ab tum hi bata do ke jiye kiske sahare
rate na rahi wo na rahe din wo hamare
tum hi bata do ke jiye kiske sahare
rate na rahi wo

The nights, they are gone, the days, they've departed, all trace erased,
The nights, they are gone, the days, their presence faded, their embrace displaced,
Tell me, oh tell me, on what now to lean, what now to taste?
The nights, they are gone, the days, a vanished grace.
Tell me, on what to place my weary soul?
The nights, they are gone.

Come, for my heart, it aches with pain, a wound no suture can mend,
Come, for my heart, it cries in the dark, where sorrows descend,
My breath is shallow, choking on dreams, the hopes I can't defend,
Tell me now, on what new truth to depend?
The nights, they are gone.

Someone, go to them, carry my words, a message of woe,
Someone, go to them, whisper my plight, where shadows grow,
A weeping heart calls out to you, in the ebb and flow,
Tell me, on what path to now go?
The nights, they are gone, the days, they have turned to stone,
Tell me, oh tell me, on what now to depend, on what to atone?
The nights, they are gone.