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Kaun Kahta Hai - कौन कहेता है जिए जाते हैं
SingerRoop Kumar Rathod
Music byKuldeep Singh
LyricistRajiv Pal Singh Rana
Actor
Category
MovieRanjishen (Album) (2010)
Lyrics of Kaun Kahta Hai - कौन कहेता है जिए जाते हैं
kaun keheta hai jiye jaate hain
kaun keheta hai jiye jaate hain
hum to bas saans liye jaate hain
hum to bas saans liye jaate hain
phool to dard diyaa karte hain
phool to dard diyaa karte hain
zakham kaanto se siye jaate hain
zakham kaanto se siye jaate hain
talkh hai waqt ki sharab magar
talkh hai waqt ki sharab magar
wo pilataa hai ye piye jaate hain
wo pilataa hai ye piye jaate hain
har sahar raat yaad aati hai
har sahar raat yaad aati hai
raat phir din ko diye jaate hain
raat phir din ko diye jaate hain
kaun keheta hai jiye jaate hain
kaun keheta hai jiye jaate hain
hum to bas saans liye jaate hain
hum to bas saans liye jaate hain
kaun keheta hai jiye jaate hain
hum to bas saans liye jaate hain
hum to bas saans liye jaate hain
phool to dard diyaa karte hain
phool to dard diyaa karte hain
zakham kaanto se siye jaate hain
zakham kaanto se siye jaate hain
talkh hai waqt ki sharab magar
talkh hai waqt ki sharab magar
wo pilataa hai ye piye jaate hain
wo pilataa hai ye piye jaate hain
har sahar raat yaad aati hai
har sahar raat yaad aati hai
raat phir din ko diye jaate hain
raat phir din ko diye jaate hain
kaun keheta hai jiye jaate hain
kaun keheta hai jiye jaate hain
hum to bas saans liye jaate hain
hum to bas saans liye jaate hain
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Kaun Kahta Hai - कौन कहेता है जिए जाते हैं
Who whispers of living, the act of being?
Who whispers of living, the act of being?
We merely inhale, exhale, ceaselessly breathing.
We merely inhale, exhale, ceaselessly breathing.
Flowers bestow hurt, a thorn's sharp sting's kiss,
Flowers bestow hurt, a thorn's sharp sting's kiss,
Wounds are stitched with the prickle of abyss.
Wounds are stitched with the prickle of abyss.
Bitter the wine of time, its cruel, cold draught,
Bitter the wine of time, its cruel, cold draught,
Yet it pours, and we drink, and the sorrow is caught.
Yet it pours, and we drink, and the sorrow is caught.
Each dawn, the night's echo, a phantom's embrace,
Each dawn, the night's echo, a phantom's embrace,
Night then yields to day, leaving light's empty space.
Night then yields to day, leaving light's empty space.
Who whispers of living, the act of being?
Who whispers of living, the act of being?
We merely inhale, exhale, ceaselessly breathing.
We merely inhale, exhale, ceaselessly breathing.
Who whispers of living, the act of being?
We merely inhale, exhale, ceaselessly breathing.
We merely inhale, exhale, ceaselessly breathing.
Flowers bestow hurt, a thorn's sharp sting's kiss,
Flowers bestow hurt, a thorn's sharp sting's kiss,
Wounds are stitched with the prickle of abyss.
Wounds are stitched with the prickle of abyss.
Bitter the wine of time, its cruel, cold draught,
Bitter the wine of time, its cruel, cold draught,
Yet it pours, and we drink, and the sorrow is caught.
Yet it pours, and we drink, and the sorrow is caught.
Each dawn, the night's echo, a phantom's embrace,
Each dawn, the night's echo, a phantom's embrace,
Night then yields to day, leaving light's empty space.
Night then yields to day, leaving light's empty space.
Who whispers of living, the act of being?
Who whispers of living, the act of being?
We merely inhale, exhale, ceaselessly breathing.
We merely inhale, exhale, ceaselessly breathing.
Ranjishen (Album) (2010) - Movie Details
SingerRoop Kumar Rathod LyricistRajiv Pal Singh Rana Music ByKuldeep Singh
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