usne kaha tu kaun hai, maine kaha ulfat teri
usne kaha tu kaun hai, maine kaha ulfat teri
usne kaha takta hai kya, maine kaha surat teri
usne kaha chahta hai kya
usne kaha chahta hai kya, maine kaha chahat teri
maine kaha samajha nahi, usne kaha qismat teri
ek hame aankh ki ladaai maar gayi
dusri to yaar ki judaai maar gayi
tisri hamesha ki tanhaai maar gayi
chauthi ye khuda ki khudaai maar gayi
baaki kuchh bacha to mahangaai maar gayi, mahangaai maar gayi
baaki kuchh bacha to mahangaai maar gayi, mahangaai maar gayi
ek hame aankh ki ladaai maar gayi
dusri to yaar ki judaai maar gayi
tisri hamesha ki tanhaai maar gayi
chauthi ye khuda ki khudaai maar gayi
baaki kuchh bacha to mahangaai maar gayi, mahangaai maar gayi
baaki kuchh bacha to mahangaai maar gayi, mahangaai maar gayi

tabiyat thik thi aur dil bhi
tabiyat thik thi ha tabiyat thik thi
tabiyat thik thi ha ha tabiyat thik thi
aur dil bhi ha ha dil bhi aji dil bhi beqraar na tha
tabiyat thik thi aur dil bhi beqraar na tha
ye tab ki baat hai ha ha baat hai
ye tab ki, ye tab ki ha ha
tabiyat thik thi aur dil bhi beqraar na tha
ye tab ki baat hai jab kisi se pyaar na tha
jab se prit sapno me samaai maar gayi
man ke mithe dard ki gahraai maar gayi
naino se naino ki ye sagaai maar gayi
soch soch me jo soch aayi maar gayi
baaki kuchh bacha to mahangaai maar gayi, mahangaai maar gayi
baaki kuchh bacha to mahangaai maar gayi, mahangaai maar gayi

kaise vaqt me hay hay kaise vaqt me, kaise vaqt me hay
kaise vaqt me aa ke dil ko dil ki lagi bimaari, kaise vaqt me
kaise vaqt me aa ke dil ko dil ki lagi bimaari
mahangaai ki daur me ho gayi mahagi yaar ki yaari, kaise vaqt me
dil ki lagi dil ko jab lagaai maar gayi
dil ne ki jo pyaar to duhaai maar gayi
dil ki baat duniya ko bataai maar gayi
dil ki baat dil me jo chhupaai maar gayi
baaki kuchh bacha to mahangaai maar gayi, mahangaai maar gayi
baaki kuchh bacha to mahangaai maar gayi, mahangaai maar gayi

pahle mutthi vich paise lekar
pahle mutthi me paise lekar thaila bhar shakkar laate the
ab thaile me paise jaate hai, mutthi me shakkar aati hai
hay mahangaai mahangaai mahangaai, duhaai hai duhaai
tu kahan se aayi, tujhe kyo maut na aayi,
hay mahangaai mahangaai mahangaai
shakkar me ye aate ki milaai maar gayi
paudar vaale dudh di malaai maar gayi
raashan vaali line di lambaai maar gayi
janta jo chikhi chillaai maar gayi
baaki kuchh bacha to mahangaai maar gayi, mahangaai maar gayi
baaki kuchh bacha to mahangaai maar gayi, mahangaai maar gayi

garib ko to bachcho ki padhaai maar gayi, padhaai maar gayi
beti ki shaadi aur sagaai maar gayi, sagaai maar gayi
kisi ko to roti ki kamaai maar gayi
kapde ki kisi ko silaai maar gayi
kisi ko to roti ki kamaai maar gayi
kapde ki kisi ko silaai maar gayi
kisi ko makaan ki banvaai maar gayi
jivan de bas tin nisaan - roti kapda aur makaan
roti kapda aur makaan, roti kapda aur makaan
dhundh dhundh ke har insaan
dhundh dhundh ke har insaan, kho baitha hai apni jaan
jo sach sach bola to sachchaayi maar gayi
sachchaayi maar gayi, sachchaayi maar gayi, aur
baaki kuchh bacha to mahangaai maar gayi, mahangaai maar gayi
baaki kuchh bacha to mahangaai maar gayi, mahangaai maar gayi
baaki kuchh bacha to mahangaai maar gayi, mahangaai maar gayi
baaki kuchh bacha to mahangaai maar gayi, mahangaai maar gayi

Who are you, she asked, a whisper in the air?
I am your love, I breathed, a silent prayer.
What do you gaze upon? Her eyes, a mirrored plea.
I watch your face, my world, eternally.
What is it you desire? The question, sharp and clear.
I crave your love, my love, year after year.
I do not understand, I murmured, lost and small.
Then came her words: Your fate encompasses all.

One glance of love’s sharp fight, it did devour.
A lover's parting, lost in that dark hour.
Then solitude’s long ache, a constant sting.
God's grand design, a cruel and bitter thing.
If aught remained, the price of living won,
Inflation's grip, until all was done.
Inflation's grip, a hunger in the soul.
If aught remained, the price takes its toll.
Inflation's grip.

One glance of love’s sharp fight, it did devour.
A lover's parting, lost in that dark hour.
Then solitude’s long ache, a constant sting.
God's grand design, a cruel and bitter thing.
If aught remained, the price of living won,
Inflation's grip, until all was done.
Inflation's grip, a hunger in the soul.
If aught remained, the price takes its toll.
Inflation's grip.

My health was good, my heart was free of care,
Yes, truly fine, my health, beyond compare.
My heart was fine, ah, yes, my heart felt light,
And restless thoughts were banished from the night.
This was a time, a memory now past,
Before love's shadow, on my world was cast.
Before love's touch, before the sweetest dream,
Before love's fire, a raging, silent stream.
The dream of love, it in my soul did creep.
The depth of pain, my secret, I did keep.
Two souls entwined, a vow the eyes did keep.
The thoughts that came, while I did softly weep.
If aught remained, the price of living won,
Inflation's grip, until all was done.

What time is this? Oh, what a world we see.
What time is this, now sorrow covers me?
What time is this, a sickness in the heart.
In this inflation, friendships fall apart.
The heart's desire, the love I crave, did kill.
The plea of love, a wound the heart did spill.
The words of love, the world did them conceal.
The secrets kept, the heart could not reveal.
If aught remained, the price of living won,
Inflation's grip, until all was done.
Inflation's grip, a hunger in the soul.
If aught remained, the price takes its toll.
Inflation's grip.

Once, a fist of coins, I could extend,
And fill a sack with sugar to no end.
Now, the sack holds coin, and it has won,
My empty fist, of sugar, there is none.
Oh, price of life, your grasp, I can't resist,
Where did you come? Did death's own hand not exist?
Oh, price of life, your grip, a heavy blow.
The sugar mixed with flour, down below.
The powder milk, its richness fades away.
The rations, long, they stretch throughout the day.
The people's cries, a chorus of despair.
If aught remained, the price of living there,
Inflation's grip, until all was done.
Inflation's grip, a hunger in the soul.
If aught remained, the price takes its toll.
Inflation's grip.

The poor, their children's schooling, it did slay.
A daughter's wedding, her betrothal's way.
Some, they were killed by bread, a daily plea.
Some, by their clothes, or stitches, we can see.
Some, they were killed by bread, a daily plea.
Some, by their clothes, or stitches, we can see.
Some, by the cost of building, misery.
Life gives to man three things to hold so dear,
Bread, clothes, a home, banish all the fear.
Bread, clothes, a home, to live and hold so dear,
Searched and searched and searched by all, my dear.

Searched and searched and searched by all the soul,
Lost, each one, their very life's control.
Truth itself, the truth it does betray.
Truth is killed, in its own way.
Truth is killed, in its own way,
And if aught remained, the price of living won,
Inflation's grip, until all was done.
Inflation's grip, a hunger in the soul.
If aught remained, the price takes its toll.
Inflation's grip.