daro diwar pe shakle si banane aaye
daro diwar pe shakle si banane aaye
phir ye barish, meri tanhaai churane aayi
daro diwar pe shakle si banane aaye
phir ye barish, meri tanhaai churane aayi
daro diwar pe shakle si banane aaye

maine jab pahle pahal, apna watan choda tha
maine jab pahle pahal, apna watan choda tha
dur tak mujhko ek aawaz bulane aayi
dur tak mujhko ek aawaz bulane aayi
phir ye barish, meri tanhaai churane aayi
daro diwar pe shakle si banane aaye

aaj kal phir dil e barbaad ki baate hain wahi
aaj kal phir dile barbaad ki baate hain wahi
hum to samjhe the ke, kuch akal thikane aayi
hum to samjhe the ke, kuch akal thikane aayi
phir ye barish, meri tanhaai churane aayi
daro diwar pe shakle si banane aayi

dil me aahat si hui, ruh me dastak gunji
dil me aahat si hui, ruh me dastak gunji
kiski khushbu ye mujhe, mere sirhane aayi
kiski khushbu ye mujhe, mere sirhane aayi
phir ye barish, meri tanhaai churane aayi
daro diwar pe shakle si banane aayi
daro diwar pe shakle si banane aayi

Shadows dance on every wall, they come to shape and form,
Shadows dance on every wall, they come to shape and form,
Then the rain, it comes again, to steal away my storm.
Shadows dance on every wall, they come to shape and form.

When I first, with hesitant heart, my homeland did forsake,
When I first, with hesitant heart, my homeland did forsake,
Far away, a voice did call, a promise it did make,
Far away, a voice did call, a promise it did make,
Then the rain, it comes again, to steal away my ache.
Shadows dance on every wall, they come to shape and form.

Now again, the broken heart, its old laments will sing,
Now again, the broken heart, its old laments will sing,
I had thought that wisdom's hand, to me some peace would bring,
I had thought that wisdom's hand, to me some peace would bring,
Then the rain, it comes again, to steal away my wing.
Shadows dance on every wall, they come to shape and form.

In my heart, a whisper breathes, in my soul a gentle knock,
In my heart, a whisper breathes, in my soul a gentle knock,
Whose sweet scent now comes to me, beside my sleep-worn rock?
Whose sweet scent now comes to me, beside my sleep-worn rock?
Then the rain, it comes again, to steal away my flock.
Shadows dance on every wall, they come to shape and form.
Shadows dance on every wall, they come to shape and form.