kaisa ye karvan, kaise hai raste
khwabo ko sach karne ke liye titli ne sare rang bech diye
khwabo ko sach karne ke liye titli ne sare rang bech diye

sara sukun hai khoya khushiyo ki chahat me
dil ye seham saa jaye chhoti si aahat me
kuch bhi samajh na aaye jana hai kaha
khwabo ko sach karne ke liye titli ne sare rang bech diye
khwabo ko sach karne ke liye titli ne sare rang bech diye

alfaz sanso me hi aake bikharte jaye
khamoshiyo me bole ye aankhe bezuban
parchhaiya hai saathi, badhta hi jaye rahi
koi na dekhe ab toh zakhmo ke nishan
kuch bhi samajh na aaye jana hai kaha
khwabo ko sach karne ke liye titli ne sare rang bech diye
khwabo ko sach karne ke liye titli ne sare rang bech diye

What a caravan, what winding ways,
To chase the dream, the butterfly sold its hues,
To chase the dream, the butterfly sold its hues.

All solace lost in the hunger for joy,
The heart now shrinks at the slightest alloy.
No knowing the path, where the journey goes,
To chase the dream, the butterfly sold its hues,
To chase the dream, the butterfly sold its hues.

Words dissolve within each breath,
Silent eyes speak in the hush of death.
Shadows are the only friends, the traveler strides,
No one sees the scars the journey hides.
No knowing the path, where the journey goes,
To chase the dream, the butterfly sold its hues,
To chase the dream, the butterfly sold its hues.