in budhe pahado par
in budhe pahado par
kuch bhi to nahi badla
in budhe pahado par

sadiyo se giri barfe
sadiyo se giri barfe
aur unpe barasti hai har saal nayi barfe
in budhe pahado par
ghar lagte hai kabro se
ghar lagte hai kabro se
khamosh safedi me
kuch waise darakhto ke
na aab tha, na daane
na aab tha, na daane
angoza ki vaadi me
bhedo ki gayi jaane

unche kohsaro ke
unche kohsaro ke
girte huye daaman me
jungle hai chala
jungle hai chala roke
jungle hai chala roke
sab laal se rahte hai
sab laal se rahte hai
jab dhup chamakti hai
kuch aur dahakte hai
har saal chinaro me ek aag ke lagne se
marte hai hazaro me
in budhe pahado par
in budhe pahado par
kuch bhi to nahi badla
in budhe pahado par

har saal umadta hai
har saal umadta hai
dariyao pe barish me
ek daura sa padta hai
sab tod girata hai
sang lake chattano se
kya sar takrata hai
aarif ka kahna hai
rahna hai chattano ko
dariyayo ko bahna hai
ab ke tufani me
kuch dub gaye gaanv
kuch gal gaye paani me
chadhti rahi kurbani
algoza ki vaadi me
bhedo ki gayi jaane

naani ki agar maane
naani ki agar maane
to bhediya jinda hai
jayengi abhi jaane
jayengi abhi jaane
in budhe pahado par
kuch bhi to nahi badla
in budhe pahado par
in budhe pahado par

Upon these ancient peaks,
nothing has changed at all,
upon these ancient peaks.

For centuries, snow has fallen,
for centuries, snow has fallen,
and each year, new snow descends.
Upon these ancient peaks,
homes resemble tombs,
in silent white,
like certain trees,
with neither water nor seed,
with neither water nor seed,
in the valley of the Algoza,
the sheep have perished.

In the falling skirts
of the high mountain ranges,
the forest weeps,
the forest weeps, holding back tears,
all remain red,
when the sun shines,
they blaze even brighter.
Each year, in the plane trees,
a fire ignites,
thousands die.
Upon these ancient peaks,
nothing has changed at all,
upon these ancient peaks.

Each year swells,
in the rivers, with rain,
a convulsion occurs,
it breaks everything down,
bringing stones with it,
what does it collide with?
Arif says,
the stones must endure,
the rivers must flow.
In this current storm,
some villages drowned,
some melted into the water.
Sacrifices continued to be made,
in the valley of the Algoza,
the sheep have perished.

If grandmother is to be believed,
the wolf still lives,
lives will still be lost.
Upon these ancient peaks,
nothing has changed at all,
upon these ancient peaks.