aji mera bhi koi haal suno bai meri inse preet lagi
aji meri inse preet lagi meri inse inki mujhse preet lagi
ye chahe inki shan rahe, mai chahu meri aan rahe
is jhagde me hai jaan fasi
kya karu kya karu haye mai koi kahe
aji lal bujhakkad se aa pucho bas bat to hai itni si
fifty fifty bas fifty fifty kya hai jamana chahta
aji kya hai dunia mangti fifty fifty bas fifty fifty
hum bhi jee le tum bhi jee lo rahe salamat sabki hasti
fifty fifty bas fifty fifty kya hai jamana chahta
aji kya hai dunia mangti fifty fifty bas fifty fifty

do hai aankhe ek hai wo, do hai aankhe ek hai wo
dono chahe dekhe unko, dono jhagde aapas me
dono jhagde aapas me, aur mere liye andhera ho
dono mujhko pyari hai kya karu haye mai tumhi kaho
aji lal bujhakkad se pucho bas bat to hai itni si
fifty fifty bas fifty fifty kya hai jamana chahta
aji kya hai dunia mangti fifty fifty bas fifty fifty

dard mila to fifty fifty aji khushi hui to fifty fifty
bukh lagi to fifty fifty pyas lagi to fifty fifty
jeet gaye to fifty fifty or haar gaye to fifty fifty
jeet gaye to haar gaye to bukh lagi to pyas lagi to
dard mila to khushi hui to fifty fifty bas fifty fifty
kya hai jamana chahta aji kya hai dunia mangti
fifty fifty bas fifty fifty

Hear my plea, oh listen close,
My heart entwined, my love arose.
Their love for me, a mirrored gleam,
My love for them, a vibrant dream.

They crave their glory, bright and bold,
I yearn for honor, to be told.
In this divide, my soul is bound,
What to do, what to be found?
Oh, ask the wise, the crimson seer,
The answer lies, and it is clear:
Fifty-fifty, the world's desire,
What does the age truly aspire?
Fifty-fifty, a shared decree,
Let us live, and all be free,
Fifty-fifty, the world's request,
What does the world truly test?
Fifty-fifty, put to the quest.

Two eyes there are, yet one they seek,
Two eyes that quarrel, weak and meek.
They fight for sight, a constant plea,
And for my soul, a darkness be.
Both precious, cherished, how to choose?
Tell me, oh tell me, what to use?
Oh, ask the wise, the crimson seer,
The answer lies, and it is clear:
Fifty-fifty, the world's desire,
What does the age truly aspire?
Fifty-fifty, a shared decree,
Let us live, and all be free,
Fifty-fifty, the world's request,
What does the world truly test?
Fifty-fifty, put to the quest.

Pain I feel, fifty-fifty's hold,
Joy I find, fifty-fifty told.
Hunger strikes, fifty-fifty's claim,
Thirst it brings, the very same.
Victory won, fifty-fifty's chime,
If defeat, too, fifty-fifty's time.
Whether triumph, or the fall,
Hunger's pangs, or thirst's thrall.
Pain or pleasure, the same they seem,
Fifty-fifty, the world's dream.
What does the world, now, so desire?
Fifty-fifty, the world's pyre.
Fifty-fifty, the answer's call.