khitpit khit kare aur kat kat ke mare
pyar se ye jahan kaahe na milke rahe
khitpit khit kare aur kat kat ke mare
pyar se ye jahan kaahe na milke rahe
khitpit khitpit khit kare aur kat kat ke mare

kahne ko to hum hai babu
par jeb hai khali aksar
hai dard se bojhal kursi
aaho se bhara hai daftar
savere ko mukh pe khushi thi
jara si labo pe suhani hansi thi
savere ko mukh pe khushi thi
jara si labo pe suhani hansi thi
sham ko babu jab ghar chale apne
fileo ke niche dab gaye sapne
khali khali aankhe hai bechara hairan hai
khali khali aankhe hai bechara hairan hai
sar jhukaye huye palko me dhul bhare
sar jhukaye huye palko me dhul bhare
khitpit khitpit khit kare aur kat kat ke mare
pyar se ye jahan kaahe na milke rahe
khitpit khit kare aur kat kat ke mare

bharpur hai jiski muththi
duniya me wahi hai tagda
paise ke liye har uljhan
paise ke liye har uljhan
jo kaho kar gujarta hai logo
jise dekho paiso par marta hai logo
jane kyu paiso par main bhi marta hu
jo na karna chahu wo bhi karta hu
ab samjha main phir bhi kyu dil ko itminaan hai
ab samjha main phir bhi kyu dil ko itminaan hai
hum bure hai to kya jag me sabhi hai bure
hum bure hai to kya jag me sabhi hai bure
khitpit khitpit khit kare aur kat kat ke mare
pyar se ye jahan kaahe na milke rahe
khitpit khit kare aur kat kat ke mare

They bicker, they break, they wither and die,
Why can't this world gather in love's sigh?
They bicker, they break, they wither and die,
Why can't this world gather in love's sigh?
They bicker, they break, they wither and die.

We are masters, in name's gilded shell,
Yet pockets are empty, the stories they tell.
Chairs burdened by sorrow, a weight to bear,
Offices echo with sighs of despair.
A smile bloomed bright on the face of the morn,
A tender laugh on lips, briefly born.
A smile bloomed bright on the face of the morn,
A tender laugh on lips, briefly born.
When masters return home at eventide's call,
Dreams are crushed 'neath the files that enthrall.
Empty, vacant eyes, bewildered and worn,
Empty, vacant eyes, bewildered and worn.
Heads bowed low, in lashes, dust is born,
Heads bowed low, in lashes, dust is born.
They bicker, they break, they wither and die,
Why can't this world gather in love's sigh?
They bicker, they break, they wither and die.

He whose fist is full, the world does adore,
For money, all battles, and conflicts deplore.
For money, all battles, and conflicts deplore.
They do as they're told, these people of greed,
They chase after riches, fulfilling a need.
Why do I also, on wealth, fix my gaze?
I do what I must, in life's winding maze.
Now I understand, why peace still remains,
Now I understand, why peace still remains.
If we are unkind, does the world share the blame?
If we are unkind, does the world share the blame?
They bicker, they break, they wither and die,
Why can't this world gather in love's sigh?
They bicker, they break, they wither and die.