us bewafa ki yaad mein, mar mar ke jee raha hu
us bewafa ki yaad mein, mar mar ke jee raha hu
main hu nahi sharaabi, dar dar ke pee raha hu
behlaau kaise dil ko, jab gham ho behisaab
achhi ho ya kharaab, sabkuch hai ab sharaab
achhi ho ya kharaab, sabkuch hai ab sharaab
us bewafa ki yaad mein, mar mar ke jee raha hu
main hu nahi sharaabi, dar dar ke pee raha hu

thoda pee leta hu, thoda jee leta hu
dil ke in zakhmo ko, thoda see leta hu
kal mila tha unse, yu hi bas raahon mein
wo bahut hi khush thi, gair ki baahon mein
zakhmo se bas bhari hai, ab dil ki ye kitaab
achhi ho ya kharaab, sabkuch hai ab sharaab
achhi ho ya kharaab, sabkuch hai ab sharaab

zindagi mushkil hai, jee raha hu phir bhi
sab mana karte hai, pee raha hu phir bhi
jab kabhi bhule se, nind aa jaati hai
wo mere khwaabon mein, phir se chha jaati hai
duniya sawaal puchhe, kis kisko main du jawaab
achhi ho ya kharaab, sabkuch hai ab sharaab
achhi ho ya kharaab, sabkuch hai ab sharaab
us bewafa ki yaad mein, mar mar ke jee raha hu
main hu nahi sharaabi, dar dar ke pee raha hu
behlaau kaise dil ko, jab gham ho behisaab
achhi ho ya kharaab, sabkuch hai ab sharaab
achhi ho ya kharaab, sabkuch hai ab sharaab
achhi ho ya kharaab, sabkuch hai ab sharaab

In memory of her betrayal, I live, dying each day,
In memory of her betrayal, I live, dying each day,
I am no drunkard, yet I drink, consumed by fear.
How to soothe the heart, when sorrows overflow?
Good or bad, everything is now the wine.
Good or bad, everything is now the wine.
In memory of her betrayal, I live, dying each day,
I am no drunkard, yet I drink, consumed by fear.

I drink a little, I live a little,
I sew a little, the wounds of the heart.
Met her yesterday, just on the road,
She was very happy, in another's arms.
Filled only with wounds, is the heart's book now,
Good or bad, everything is now the wine.
Good or bad, everything is now the wine.

Life is difficult, yet I live on,
All forbid it, yet I drink on.
When by chance, sleep descends,
She again, fills my dreams.
The world asks questions, to whom do I give reply?
Good or bad, everything is now the wine.
Good or bad, everything is now the wine.
In memory of her betrayal, I live, dying each day,
I am no drunkard, yet I drink, consumed by fear.
How to soothe the heart, when sorrows overflow?
Good or bad, everything is now the wine.
Good or bad, everything is now the wine.
Good or bad, everything is now the wine.