are public aati hai sadko par roz numayish lagti hai
kisi ki majburi hai dekho
ha kisi ki majburi hai dekho, kisi ki khwahish lagti hai
lelo lelo sale lagi hai, bikta hai sab aune paune
lelo lelo sale lagi hai, bikta hai sab aune paune
tu bik jaye mai kharib lu, sanskar sab ho gaye kole

sadko par ye band kamro ki koi sajis lagti hai
chehro ki muskano me ab koi aatish lagti hai
chamak dhamakte in rango me
chamak dhamakte in rango me khun ki police lagti hai
kisi ki majburi hai dekho, kisi ki khwahish lagti hai
public aati hai sadko par roz numayish lagti hai

kharrato se nind haram khatiya pe chaya kohram
mote mote gaddo par se bhag gaya uth kar aaram
bhag gaya uth kar aaram
koi kisi ko tad raha hai, koi gireba fad raha hai
lock kiya hai god me sab kuch, ab wo palla jhad raha hai

hum sabke jo dharam karam hai
hum sabke jo dharam karam hai, unki kosis lagti hai
lomad ki shadi ho dekho, dhup me barish hoti hai
kisi ki majburi hai dekho, kisi ki khwahish lagti hai
public aati hai sadko par roz numayish lagti hai
kisi ki majburi hai dekho, kisi ki khwahish lagti hai
kisi ki majburi hai dekho, kisi ki khwahish lagti hai

The masses march, a street-bound parade,
Each day a spectacle, a show displayed.
See, a plea etched deep in one's eyes,
While another's longing softly cries.

"Sale, sale!" the vendors loudly call,
Everything is cheap, destined to fall.
"Sale, sale!" the echoing plea,
Could I buy your soul, and set you free?
Traditions crumble, turning to ash.

Across the streets, a shadowed plot,
In closed-off rooms, a secret wrought.
A fire flickers in the smiles they wear,
A hidden flame, consuming despair.
In dazzling hues, a crimson sheen,
A polish of blood, a ghastly scene.
See, a plea etched deep in one's eyes,
While another's longing softly cries.
The masses march, a street-bound parade.

The snoring sleep, a bed's cold fright,
A chaos born in the silent night.
From the fat horses, comfort's fled,
Leaving only shadows in its stead.
One watches, judging the other's plight,
One tugs at the collar in the fading light.
Locked in the lap, the treasures kept,
Now casting off, secrets swept.

Our sacred vows, the things we hold,
Are all, it seems, a story told.
The fox's wedding, a strange event,
Sunlight and rain, heaven sent.
See, a plea etched deep in one's eyes,
While another's longing softly cries.
The masses march, a street-bound parade.
See, a plea etched deep in one's eyes,
While another's longing softly cries.
See, a plea etched deep in one's eyes,
While another's longing softly cries.