doston abb app jo sunege ye gana hi nahi
ek kahani bhi hai
haan ek scchai kahani ek don ki kahani

sachi ye kahani hai, sunlo meri jaan
kahin ek seher mein tha ek naujawan
scchaa seedha sa pyara insaan
kya kahon wo bana kaise don
kaise don

sachi ye kahani hai, sunlo meri jaan
kahin ek seher mein tha ek naujawan
scchaa seedha sa pyara insaan
kya kahon wo bana kaise don
kaise don

roji ke liye jahan jahan jata wo
thokar hi sada waha waha pata wo
roji ke liye jahan jahan jata wo
thokar hi sada waha waha pata wo
par wo jawan tha iraade ka jawan
chhod diya aakhir sarifho ka jahan
par wo jawan tha iraade ka jawan
chhod diya aakhir sarifho ka jahan

jis din se wo don ban gaya
darne lage log aisa tufan ban gaya
aur kya kahu mein, sara jahan tha uske kadmo mein

yun to jo bhi chaha wo mila
par dil ka gul na khila
dil ki khushi milti to, pyar use karta
ye jahan, ye jahan

sachi ye kahani hai, sunlo meri jaan
kahin ek seher mein tha ek nau jawan
scchaa seedha sa pyara insaan
kya kahon wo bana kaise don don don
kaise don

aage kya kahun uski kahaniya
jali hai sada aiso ki jawaniya
aage kya kahun uski kahaniya
jali hai sada aiso ki jawaniya
apno ne bhi to na kiya usse pyar
roothi rahi sada mohbbaat ki bahar
apno ne bhi to na kiya usse pyar
roothi rahi sada mohbbaat ki bahar

logon mein aata jab kabhi, hasta hasata jab kabhi
dekne wale ko hota tha, us hasi pe roneeeee
ka guman..ka guman

sachi ye kahani hai, sunlo meri jaan
kahin ek seher mein tha ek nau jawan
scchaa seedha sa pyara insaan
kya kahon wo bana kaise don don don don
kaise don don don don
kaise don

Friends, now what you'll hear isn't just a song,
it's a story too.
Yes, a true story, the tale of a Don.
A truthful story, listen close, my dear.
In a city somewhere, lived a young man,
honest, simple, a beloved soul.
How to describe how he became a Don,
how a Don.

A truthful story, listen close, my dear.
In a city somewhere, lived a young man,
honest, simple, a beloved soul.
How to describe how he became a Don,
how a Don.
For his livelihood, wherever he went,
only rejection he always found.
For his livelihood, wherever he went,
only rejection he always found.
But he was young, with youthful resolve,
so he left the world of the upright behind.
But he was young, with youthful resolve,
so he left the world of the upright behind.

The day he became a Don,
people began to fear, a storm he became.
And what more can I say, the whole world was at his feet.
Though whatever he desired, he received,
but the flower of his heart never bloomed.
If joy of the heart he had found, love would have embraced him,
this world, this world.
A truthful story, listen close, my dear.
In a city somewhere, lived a young man,
honest, simple, a beloved soul.
How to describe how he became a Don, Don, Don,
how a Don.

What more to say of his tales,
youths like him have always been consumed.
What more to say of his tales,
youths like him have always been consumed.
Even his own never showed him love,
the spring of love always remained distant.
Even his own never showed him love,
the spring of love always remained distant.
When he came among people, when he laughed and made others laugh,
to those who watched, there arose, upon that laughter,
the premonition of tears, the premonition.
A truthful story, listen close, my dear.
In a city somewhere, lived a young man,
honest, simple, a beloved soul.
How to describe how he became a Don, Don, Don, Don,
how a Don, Don, Don, Don,
how a Don.