oye hoye jalegi kaise bina signal ka mobile phone
oye hoye hoye chalega kaise rasili diya salai
oye hoye jalegi kaisi budhiya adiyal tattu
oye hoye hoye chalega kaise badi behuda bala hai
re sar se talegi kaise pakode pato ke hai
thuk me talegi kaise
re chalegi kaise jalegi kaise bujhegi kaise makhna

char dina ki camak chandani karle jo karna
char dina ki camak chandani karle jo karna
pher budhapa hoye hoye hoye pher budhapa bairi aave
dukh pade bharna
pher budhapa bairi aave dukh pade bharna
char dina ki camak chandani karle jo karna
char dina ki camak chandani karle jo karna
pher budhapa bairi aave dukh pade bharna
pher budhapa bairi aave dukh pade bharna

tarah tarah ke rog chugarde de lenge gheri
sara kunba nyu kahga kad rand kate teri
do din pache tal tali bhi kar denge dheri
bandh jud ke taine le jange na lave deri
aag lagake tel gair ke aag lagake taine fuk de
mane kuch ladna pher budhapa bairi aave
dukh pade bharna
char dina ki camak chandani karle jo karna
pher budhapa bairi aave dukh pade bharna
pher budhapa bairi aave dukh pade bharna

How does a phone ignite, devoid of signal's grace?
How does a match flicker, in this juicy embrace?
How does a stubborn mule ever truly burn?
How does this vast, absurd chaos ever turn?
Oh, how to escape these fritters of leaf?
How can they sizzle, bathed in spittle's grief?
How will it move? How will it burn? How will it dim?
Oh, buttery one, how will you swim?

Four days of bright moonlight, do what you must now,
Four days of bright moonlight, take a solemn vow.
Then old age arrives, oh, it's a foe we face,
Burdened with sorrow, in its weary embrace.
Then old age arrives, oh, it's a foe we face,
Four days of bright moonlight, do what you must now,
Four days of bright moonlight, take a solemn vow.
Then old age arrives, burdened by pain,
Burdened with sorrow, a relentless rain.
Then old age arrives, burdened by pain,
Burdened with sorrow, a relentless rain.

Varied diseases, they'll surround and bite,
Your whole family will wonder: "When will his end ignite?"
In a couple days, they’ll heap the excuses on,
Then they'll tie you and take you, the hour is gone.
They'll set you ablaze, pour on the oil so deep,
They'll set you ablaze, and reduce you to sleep.
Though you may struggle, old age, a foe you must meet,
Burdened with sorrow, your bitter defeat.
Four days of bright moonlight, do what you must now,
Then old age arrives, burdened by pain,
Burdened with sorrow, a relentless rain.
Then old age arrives, burdened by pain,
Burdened with sorrow, a relentless rain.