ajnabi hai zamin, dushman bhi dost bhi
jaan de ke mile, jaan le ke mile
pyar toh pyar hai chahe jaise mile
kise hai fikar galat kya sahi
jo jeeta yaha hai rustom vahi

yaar hi toh pyar hai
ha pyar hi toh hathyar hai rustom ka
kise hai fikar galat kya sahi
jo jeeta yaha hai rustom vahi

tu soch le, har soch se hai das kadam aage woh
le jaayega aankho tale saanse teri chura ke woh
tu soch le, har soch se hai das kadam aage woh
le jaayega aankho tale saanse teri chura ke woh
tu kahi bhi chhupe, dhund le woh tujhe
baazi hai jaan ki, jaan de jaan le
aan hai toh shaan hai
kuch aur hi andaaz hai rustom ka

kise hai fikar galat kya sahi
jo jeeta yaha hai rustom vahi
kise hai fikar galat kya sahi
jo jeeta yaha hai rustom vahi

The earth, a stranger, friend and foe entwined,
Life given, life withdrawn, a lover's bind.
Love is love, in every guise it streams,
Who cares for wrong, or follows fragile dreams?
The victor here, the champion supreme.

Love is the friend,
Love is the weapon, in the champion's hand.
Who cares for wrong, the shadows and the light?
The victor here, who conquers in the fight.

Ten steps ahead of every thought you weave,
He'll steal your breath, beneath your very sleeve.
Ten steps ahead, where shadows softly creep,
He'll find you hidden, secrets buried deep.
The game is life, give life, or life receive,
Honor's the pride, the glory we believe.
A different style, a different heart's decree,
The champion's way, for all the world to see.

Who cares for wrong, the world's harsh decree?
The victor here, the soul's eternity.
Who cares for wrong, where shadows softly play?
The victor here, who claims the final day.