ye duniya to hai bas paise ki ye duniya to hai bas paise ki
ye dekhegi note jidhar chupchap fisal jayegi udhar
ye parwah kare na aise waise ki ye duniya

jab bhi daulat bin bjaye jab bhi daulat bin bjaye
har nagin god me aaye har nagin god me aaye
aisi kon si chij hai jiske pichhe hai sara zmana
paisa paisa paisa paisa paisa paisa paisa paisa
sari janta sadiyo se hi gaye kiska trana
paisa paisa paisa paisa paisa paisa paisa paisa
duniya uski hai gulam

duniya uski hai gulam uska chaska lagane par
jo parwah kare na aise waise ki ye duniya to hai bas paise ki
ha ha paise ki ha ha paise ki ha ha paise ki

This world, a stage for fortune's gleam,
Where currency dictates the waking dream.
It watches where the paper flows, a silent tide,
And slips away, where gilded dreams reside.
No matter now, the whispers of the wind,
This world, alas, cares not to comprehend.

When wealth, a serpent charmer, plays its flute,
Each serpent, coiled, falls captive to its loot.
What siren song, this all-consuming quest?
Money, money, money, put to the test.
A timeless hymn, sung through the ages long,
Money, money, money, where we all belong.
The world, in thrall, a servant to its art.

The world enslaved, once its allure has bloomed,
No matter now, the fate it has consumed.
This world, a stage for fortune's gleam,
Yes, money's reign, a gilded, fleeting dream.
Yes, money's rule, yes, money's gleam.
Yes, money's reign.