ram siyaram siyaram siyaram
ram siyaram siyaram ram ram ram
ram siyaram siyaram siyaram
ram siyaram siyaram ram ram ram
lanka me danka bajane aaya bajranga
siyaram ka nam labo pe siyaram ka nam labo pe
lanka me danka bajane aaya bajranga
siyaram ka nam labo pe siyaram ka nam labo pe

futi sanjiwan to kya parwat ko laye utha
dil me base raghuwir sina dikhaya hai chir
shri ram ji kate waqt bada hi pawan hai
yaha thahrega kya jo dil ka rawan hai
jab dharti par pap badh jata hai
ram ji ka bheja dut koi aata hai tumsa nahi balwanta
lanka me danka bajane aaya bajranga
siyaram ka nam labo pe siyaram ka nam labo pe

bajrangi baithe jaha paoge daulat waha
mukti milegi kaha aana padega yaha
kasam khai maine use na chodunga
julm ki har seema aaj mai todunga
jami pe ho chahe aasma par ho wo
khich ke launga jaha par bhi ho
wo kaise chupega wo kaise bachega
kaise chupega wo kaise bachega dhundhe jise hanumanta
lanka me danka bajane aaya bajranga
siyaram ka nam labo pe siyaram ka nam labo pe
ram siyaram siyaram siyaram ram siyaram siyaram ram ram ram
ram siyaram siyaram siyaram ram siyaram siyaram ram ram ram

Rama, Sita, Rama, Rama, Sita, Rama,
Rama, Sita, Rama, Rama, Rama, Rama,
Rama, Sita, Rama, Rama, Sita, Rama,
Rama, Sita, Rama, Rama, Rama, Rama.

The Wind's Son arrives, a drumbeat in Lanka's heart,
Sita and Rama's name upon his lips, forever art.
The Wind's Son arrives, a drumbeat in Lanka's heart,
Sita and Rama's name upon his lips, a brand new start.

When life's breath is restored, mountains he did raise,
In his heart, Lord Rama, a chest eternally ablaze.
Rama's name, a time that's sacred and divine,
What evil can remain where Rama's spirit shines?
When sin's dark tide swells on the earth below,
Rama sends a messenger, his strength, a vibrant flow.
None match your might, your valor, true and grand,
The Wind's Son arrives, a drumbeat in Lanka's land,
Sita and Rama's name upon his lips, a sacred stand.

Where the Wind's Son dwells, fortune you shall find,
Liberation's path, here you must unwind.
A vow I take, I will not let it be,
The limits of injustice, I will break and set free.
Whether on earth or in the boundless skies,
I will drag him forth, where his true shadow lies.
How can he hide, how can he flee from me?
The one whom Hanuman searches tirelessly,
The Wind's Son arrives, a drumbeat in Lanka's heart,
Sita and Rama's name upon his lips, a brand new start.
Rama, Sita, Rama, Rama, Sita, Rama,
Rama, Sita, Rama, Rama, Rama, Rama,
Rama, Sita, Rama, Rama, Sita, Rama,
Rama, Sita, Rama, Rama, Rama, Rama.