mai to bus stop pe, bus ke liye tha khada
sari duniya ko chalte phirte, yu dekhta
ek taxi idhar se rahi thi gujar
jisme thi ek hasina, badi hi sundar
meri aarju thi, mai uske sang baithta
lekin bus stop pe, dhup me hu mai jal raha

haye haye haye haye
aaj hu bekar yaro, thoda lachar yaro
pocket hain aaj khali, to kya huwa
armaa hain mere unche, sapne sab honge sacche
din mere honge achhe mujhko pata
ghumunga mai bhi car me, jaunga yu bazaar me
jaise ho koyi badshah, par bus stop pe hu mai khada
mai to bus stop pe, bus ke liye tha khada
sari duniya ko chalte phirte, yu dekhta
ek taxi idhar se rahi thi gujar
jisme thi ek hasina, badi hi sundar
meri aarju thi, mai uske sang baithta
lekin bus stop pe, dhup me hu mai jal raha haye

haye haye haye haye
yahi hain mera karma, mitti aur dhul khana
chaha tha zindagi me kuch ban jaau
ho koyi mehbuba, ya koyi dilruba
uske sang koyi to nagma gaau
mai to hu bus stop se lipta, jaise phul se bhanwra
magar dekhta hu mai jab
toh hasta hu khud pe bada haye

mai to bus stop pe, bus ke liye tha khada
sari duniya ko chalte phirte, yu dekhta
ek taxi idhar se rahi thi gujar
jisme thi ek hasina, badi hi sundar
meri aarju thi, mai uske sang baithta
lekin bus stop pe, dhup me hu mai jal raha

jane kahan gayi wo, taxi me baithi thi jo
chhod gayi hain mujhko, hanste hanste
kitni wo pyari thi, lagti kanwari thi
de gayi sapne wo, chalte chalte
yu bus stop pe aise khada
mai bus stop hi ban jaunga
hogi jab meri gaadi to
phir na bus stop mai aaunga

mai to bus stop pe, bus ke liye tha khada
sari duniya ko chalte phirte, yu dekhta
ek taxi idhar se rahi thi gujar
jisme thi ek hasina, badi hi sundar
meri aarju thi, mai uske sang baithta
lekin bus stop pe, dhup me hu mai jal raha

haye haye haye haye
haye haye haye haye

At the bus stop, waiting, I stand,
Watching the world, a passing land.
A taxi glides, a fleeting gleam,
Within, a beauty, a vibrant dream.
My heart desired, beside her to be,
But on this stop, in sun, I'm burning free.

Haye, Haye, Haye, Haye!
Useless today, my friends, a touch of woe,
My pockets empty, but let that go.
My hopes are high, my dreams will bloom,
My days will brighten, dispelling gloom.
I'll ride in cars, to markets I'll roam,
A king in motion, yet stuck at this home.
At the bus stop, waiting, I stand,
Watching the world, a passing land.
A taxi glides, a fleeting gleam,
Within, a beauty, a vibrant dream.
My heart desired, beside her to be,
But on this stop, in sun, I'm burning free.

Haye, Haye, Haye, Haye!
This is my karma, to dust and soil,
I wished to rise, to avoid the toil.
To have a beloved, a heart's desire,
To sing with her, setting hearts afire.
I cling to this stop, like a bee to a flower,
But when I look back, in this moment's hour,
I laugh at myself, a knowing sigh.

At the bus stop, waiting, I stand,
Watching the world, a passing land.
A taxi glides, a fleeting gleam,
Within, a beauty, a vibrant dream.
My heart desired, beside her to be,
But on this stop, in sun, I'm burning free.

Gone, where did she go, in that taxi's grace?
She left me laughing, in this empty space.
How lovely she was, so pure and bright,
She gave me dreams, in the fading light.
Standing here, at this stop I reside,
I'll become this stop, my spirit's guide.
When my own car comes, my fortune's call,
I'll leave this stop, and never fall.

At the bus stop, waiting, I stand,
Watching the world, a passing land.
A taxi glides, a fleeting gleam,
Within, a beauty, a vibrant dream.
My heart desired, beside her to be,
But on this stop, in sun, I'm burning free.
Haye, Haye, Haye, Haye!
Haye, Haye, Haye, Haye!