yahan har shakhs har pal hadsa
hone se darta hain
yahan har shakhs har pal hadsa
hone se darta hain
khilauna hain jo mitti ka fana
hone se darta hain
yahan har shakhs har pal hadsa
hone se darta hain

mere dil ke kisi kone me
ek maasum sa bachcha
mere dil ke kisi kone me
ek maasum sa bachcha
mere dil ke kisi kone me
ek maasum sa bachcha
bado ki dekh kar duniya
bada hone se darta hain
bado ki dekh kar duniya
bada hone se darta hain
khilauna hain jo mitti ka
fana hone se darta hain
yahan har shakhs har pal hadsa
hone se darta hain

na bas me hain zindagi iske
na kaabu maut par iska
na bas me hain zindagi iske
na kaabu maut par iska
na bas me hain zindagi iske
na kaabu maut par iska
magar insaan fir bhi kab khuda
hone se darta hain
magar insaan fir bhi kab khuda
hone se darta hain
khilauna hain jo mitti ka fana
hone se darta hain
yahan har shakhs har pal hadsa
hone se darta hain

ajab ye zindagi ki kaid hain
duniya ka har insaan
ajab ye zindagi ki kaid hain
duniya ka har insaan
ajab ye zindagi ki kaid hain
duniya ka har insaan
rihaai maangta hain aur riha
hone se darta hain
rihaai maangta hain aur riha
hone se darta hain
khilauna hain jo mitti ka fana
hone se darta hain
yahan har shakhs har pal hadsa
hone se darta hain
yahan har shakhs har pal hadsa
hone se darta hain

Each soul here, in every breath, fears the fall,
Each soul here, in every breath, fears the fall,
A clay-born toy, it trembles at its end,
Each soul here, in every breath, fears the fall.

Within my heart's most hidden space,
A child of innocence resides,
Within my heart's most hidden space,
A child of innocence resides,
Witnessing the world of giants,
Fears the looming weight of growing,
A clay-born toy, it fears its end,
Each soul here, in every breath, fears the fall.

Life's grip, it holds no sway,
Nor death's dominion does it claim,
Life's grip, it holds no sway,
Nor death's dominion does it claim,
Yet still, does man not falter,
Fearing to become as God?
A clay-born toy, it fears its end,
Each soul here, in every breath, fears the fall.

Strange, this prison of existence,
Every soul within this world,
Strange, this prison of existence,
Every soul within this world,
Seeking freedom, yearning release,
Fears the very act of leaving,
A clay-born toy, it fears its end,
Each soul here, in every breath, fears the fall.
Each soul here, in every breath, fears the fall.