hota hai har faisala ek second mein
ho bura ya bhala ek second mein
milti hai jindagi ek second mein
aati hai maut bhi ek second mein
yeh sach hai jisane bhi kahaan dosto
jo hoga ek second mein hoga dosto
de aaj maula ya kal de sabko
woh ek second jo jindagi badal de
ek second jo jindagi badal de

chalte chalte milenge raste
milegi manjil bhi chalte chalte
chalte chalte milenge raste
milegi manjil bhi chalte chalte
woh hai deewaana jo yeh na jaana
basati hai duniya toh basate basate
koyi jeeta koyi haara ek second mein ho
bane jarra bhi taara ek second mein ho
de aaj maula ya kal de sabko
woh ek second jo jindagi badal de
in a second just a second baby you can win or lose
in a second just a second
in a second just a second baby you can win or lose
in a second just a second baby you can make

haan bante bante banengi baatein
dhalengi sukh mein dukh waali raatein
haan bante bante banengi baatein
dhalengi sukh mein dukh waali raatein
woh hai deewaana jo yeh na jaana
milate milate milati saugaate
koyi banata koyi bigade ik second mein ho
koyi girata koyi sambhale ik second mein ho
de aaj maula ya kal de sabko
woh ek second jo jindagi badal de
ek second jo jindagi badal de
ek second jo jindagi badal de

In a heartbeat, choices are made,
Good or ill, a second's shade.
Life is gifted in that space,
And death itself finds its place.
Truth the saying, friend, is deep,
What will be, in moments sleep.
Grant it now, or grant it then,
That second which alters men.
That second which alters men.

As we journey, paths convene,
Destiny's embrace is seen.
As we journey, paths convene,
Destiny's embrace is seen.
Lost is he, who fails to see,
Worlds are built by simply being.
Some will win, some will lose, in a breath,
Some will rise, beyond death.
Grant it now, or grant it then,
That second which alters men.
In a second, just a second, baby you can win or lose,
In a second, just a second.
In a second, just a second, baby you can win or lose,
In a second, just a second, baby you can make

As we build, our words take form,
Happy nights, and nights of storm.
As we build, our words take form,
Happy nights, and nights of storm.
Lost is he, who fails to know,
Gifts are found in life's warm.
Some will rise, some will fall, in a flash,
Some will stumble, some will dash.
Grant it now, or grant it then,
That second which alters men.
That second which alters men.
That second which alters men.