heere moti, sone chandi se bane pathar ke log
kaanch ki duniya me hume, sab mile pathar ke log
kaanch ki duniya me hume, sab mile pathar ke log
kaanch ki duniya me hume

kaise kaise rup me hai, dekh le pathar ke log
kaanch ki duniya me hume, sab mile pathar ke log
kaanch ki duniya me hume, sab mile pathar ke log

narm-o-naazuk hai badan, narm-o-naazuk hai badan
dil me jara narmi nahi
narm-o-naazuk hai badan, dil me jara narmi nahi
sangemarmar se banaaye tune kyu aise hasi, aise hasi
khubsurat ho ke bhi lagte bure, pathar ke log
kaanch ki duniya me hume, sab mile pathar ke log
kaanch ki duniya me hume, sab mile pathar ke log

tere gulshan me nahi hai koi phulo ki kami
tere gulshan me nahi hai koi phulo ki kami
kaash tu inse banata chhote mote aadmi
chhote mote aadmi
bemurvvat bewafa hai ye tere pathar ke log
kaanch ki duniya me hume, sab mile pathar ke log
kaanch ki duniya me hume, sab mile pathar ke log

baat khul ke keh raha hun, dil ko apne thamna
baat khul ke keh raha hun, dil ko apne thamna
tere bande kar rahe hai aaj tera samna
tere bande kar rahe hai aaj tera samna
pehle tu pathar ka tha, pehle tu pathar ka tha
ab hai tere pathar ke log
kaanch ki duniya me hume, sab mile pathar ke log
kaanch ki duniya me hume, sab mile pathar ke log

heere moti, sone chandi se bane pathar ke log
kaanch ki duniya me hume, sab mile pathar ke log
kaanch ki duniya me hume, sab mile pathar ke log
kaanch ki duniya me hume, sab mile pathar ke log

Adorned in jewels, and gold's cold gleam,
Stone-hearted beings, a fractured dream.
In a world of glass, a harsh display,
All are of stone, come what may.
In a world of glass, they coldly reside,
All are of stone, nowhere to hide.

In myriad forms, the stony face,
Behold the stone, in this fragile space.
In a world of glass, a brittle shell,
All are of stone, where sorrows dwell.
In a world of glass, a frozen plight,
All are of stone, devoid of light.

Soft the flesh, a tender guise,
Yet hearts of stone, behind their eyes.
Soft the flesh, a fragile guise,
No warmth within, no sweet surprise.
Marble formed, a sculpted grace,
Why such beauty, in this barren place?
Lovely forms, yet foul and mean,
Stone-hearted beings, a cruel scene.
In a world of glass, a hollow sound,
All are of stone, all earth-bound.
In a world of glass, a shattered view,
All are of stone, forever untrue.

Your garden blooms, with flowers bright,
No lack of blooms, in pure sunlight.
Your garden blooms, a vibrant hue,
No lack of blooms, forever true.
Would that you'd made, from petals' art,
Small, humble men, a kinder heart.
Small, humble men, in gentle art.
Merciless, faithless, these stone men of thine,
In a world of glass, a twisted sign.
In a world of glass, where shadows play,
All are of stone, that fade away.

I speak my truth, with open heart,
Hold tight your soul, lest it depart.
I speak my truth, with all my might,
Hold tight your soul, to see the light.
Your servants now, their judgments cast,
Confronting you, the die is cast.
Once of stone, your form did lie,
Now, of stone, your children cry.
In a world of glass, a cruel decree,
All are of stone, eternally.
In a world of glass, a mirrored strain,
All are of stone, in endless pain.

Adorned in jewels, and gold's cold gleam,
Stone-hearted beings, a fractured dream.
In a world of glass, a harsh display,
All are of stone, come what may.
In a world of glass, a frozen scene,
All are of stone, forever mean.
In a world of glass, no warmth to find,
All are of stone, of hardened mind.