har koyee chahata hai, ik mutthee aasman
har koyee dhundhata hai, ik mutthee aasman
jo sine se lagale, ho aisa ik jahan
har koyee chahata hai, ik mutthee aasman har koyee

chand sitaro ka mela hai, yeh dil phir bhee akela hai
chand sitaro ka mela hai, yeh dil phir bhee akela hai
mehfil me hai shehnayee, phir bhee dil me hai tanahayee
hai sanso me jaise kayee tufan, har koyee, har koyee

milata nahee kya yaha ai dil
phir kyon na mile gito kee manjil
chalate jana yu hee raho me, bhar hee laga koyee baho me
hamesha rahega na dil viran, har koyee, har koyee

mujhko jine ka koyee sahara mila
gam ke tufan me koyee kinara mila
sunee sunee thee jo rahe, ban gayee pyar kee bahen
lo khushiyo se meree huyee pehchan, har koyee, har koyee

sauda hai rishtedaree, yaree ek dikhava hai
apana kya hai duniya me, man ka ek chhalava hai
kaha milega tujhko yar, jahar bharee duniya me pyar
sabhee ajanabee hain sabhee anjan
sabhee ajanabee hain sabhee anjan
har koyee, har koyee

insan hona kafee hai, koyee farishta nahee toh kya
dilo ke rishte kya kam hain, khun ka rishta nahee toh kya
gair hee banate hain apane, sach ho jate hain sapne
jo dil ka ho sachcha agar insan, har koyee, har koyee

Each craves a handful of sky,
Each seeks a handful of sky,
A world to embrace, a haven nigh,
Each craves a handful of sky.

A carnival of moon and stars,
Yet the heart remains afar.
Music swells in crowded halls,
Loneliness within enthralls.
Storms within each breath reside,
Each soul, each soul does hide.

What's missing here, dear heart,
Why not reach the songs' start?
Walk the roads, however steep,
Find arms to hold, to keep.
Never will the heart be bare,
Each soul, each soul to share.

I found a haven to live,
In storms of sorrow, a shore to give.
Empty paths, now love's embrace,
Happiness found its place.
My soul found its recognition.
Each soul, each soul, ambition.

Relationships, a trade,
Friendship a facade displayed.
What is ours in this world's art?
The mind's own deceptive part.
Where, in this poisoned sphere,
Will you find love, hold it dear?
All strangers, unknown, unseen,
All strangers, unknown, between,
Each soul, each soul, convene.

To be human is enough,
Not an angel, nor so rough.
What matter heart's embrace,
If blood ties we cannot trace?
Strangers become our own,
Dreams can be truly shown.
If the heart is true and whole,
Each soul, each soul, control.