sathiya sathiya sathiya sathiya
ishq bedardi mujhko pata hai iski chahat me milti saza hai
ishq bedardi mujhko pata hai iski chahat me milti saza hai
bekarari me mar hi na jau, na samjh ko mai kaise samjhau
dil hai ke manta nahi hai bechaini janta nahi hai
mai karu kya bata zara sathiya
dil hai ke manta nahi hai bechaini janta nahi hai
mai karu kya bata zara sathiya
sathiya sathiya sathiya sathiya

naram khawabo ki baho me jagegi aankhe
garam yado ke saye me bitengi rate
naram khawabo ki baho me jagegi aankhe
garam yado ke saye me bitengi rate
yaad to aayegi bekhudi chhayegi
dard de jayegi tanhai tadpayegi
dil hai ke manta nahi hai bechaini janta nahi hai
mai karu kya bata zara sathiya
dil hai ke manta nahi hai bechaini janta nahi hai
mai karu kya bata zara sathiya
sathiya sathiya sathiya sathiya

sare aalam pe aaho ka chhyega jadu
apne hi zazbo pe to hoga nahi kabu
sare aalam pe aaho ka chhyega jadu
apne hi zazbo pe to hoga na kabu
zakham lega jigar hoga aisa asar
na rahegi khabar bichda hoga safar
dil hai ke manta nahi hai bechaini janta nahi hai
mai karu kya bata zara sathiya
dil hai ke manta nahi hai bechaini janta nahi hai
mai karu kya bata zara sathiya
sathiya sathiya sathiya sathiya

Companion, companion, companion, companion.
Love, a heartless torment, this I know, in its embrace, punishment grows.
Love, a heartless torment, this I know, in its embrace, punishment grows.
Will I not perish in this unrest? How do I reason with a heart distressed?
The heart, it will not yield, it knows not peace, this fevered field.
What can I do? Oh, tell me, companion.
The heart, it will not yield, it knows not peace, this fevered field.
What can I do? Oh, tell me, companion.
Companion, companion, companion, companion.

In the arms of tender dreams, the eyes awake.
In shadows of warm memories, the nights will break.
In the arms of tender dreams, the eyes awake.
In shadows of warm memories, the nights will break.
Memory will come, a daze will descend.
Pain it will give, in solitude I'll bend.
The heart, it will not yield, it knows not peace, this fevered field.
What can I do? Oh, tell me, companion.
The heart, it will not yield, it knows not peace, this fevered field.
What can I do? Oh, tell me, companion.
Companion, companion, companion, companion.

Over the world, sighs will weave their spell.
On one's own passions, there is no control.
Over the world, sighs will weave their spell.
On one's own passions, there is no control.
The heart will be wounded, such is its plight.
No news will remain, from a journey of night.
The heart, it will not yield, it knows not peace, this fevered field.
What can I do? Oh, tell me, companion.
The heart, it will not yield, it knows not peace, this fevered field.
What can I do? Oh, tell me, companion.
Companion, companion, companion, companion.