masti me gaate chale, ye toli yaro ki
masti me gaate chale, ye toli yaro ki
khud hamko dhundegi, manjil baharo ki
masti me gaate chale
masti me gaate chale, ye toli yaro ki
khud hamko dhundegi, manjil baharo ki
masti me gaate chale

he saagar ki lahro se hamne
sikha hain aajaad rahna
saagar ki lahro se hamne
sikha hain aajaad rahna
ye parvat se takra ke chalna
gam sah ke dilshad rahna
rukne na payenge, jhukne na payenge
zaalim jamane ke aage
he masti me gaate chale, ye toli yaro ki
khud hamko dhundegi, manjil baharo ki
masti me gaate chale

he duniya ke logo ne khela
majhab ka ye khel kaisa
duniya ke logo ne khela
majhab ka ye khel kaisa
pandit ki puja hain roti
mulla ka imaan paisa
chhalkenge paimane lahrake diwane
todenge nafrat ke dhage
masti me gaate chale, ye toli yaro ki
khud hamko dhundegi, manjil baharo ki
masti me gaate chale

he ham hain andhero ke katil
duniya ko denge ujale
he ham hain andhero ke katil
duniya ko denge ujale
koi lutera kisi ki
mehnat pe daka na dale
jivan ki raho me sabki nigaho me
shole bagavat ke jaage
he masti me gaate chale, ye toli yaro ki
khud hamko dhundegi, manjil baharo ki
masti me gaate chale
masti me gaate chale
masti me gaate chale

In revelry we stride, this band of brothers,
In revelry we stride, this band of brothers,
Our destination, a spring of blooms, will find us,
In revelry we stride.
In revelry we stride, this band of brothers,
Our destination, a spring of blooms, will find us,
In revelry we stride.

From ocean waves, we learned the art,
Of freedom's boundless, open heart.
From mountains high, we learned to clash,
And bear all sorrow, with a joyous dash.
We shall not falter, we shall not bend,
Before this cruel world's bitter end,
In revelry we stride, this band of brothers,
Our destination, a spring of blooms, will find us,
In revelry we stride.

What game is this, played by the world's embrace,
This game of faith, this dividing space?
The priest's devotion, now a hungry plea,
The Mullah's faith, is just the money.
The cups will overflow, the mad ones sway,
We'll break the threads of hate away,
In revelry we stride, this band of brothers,
Our destination, a spring of blooms, will find us,
In revelry we stride.

We are the slayers of the dark,
To the world, we bring a spark.
No thief shall plunder, steal, or claim,
Another's toil, their honest name.
In life's long paths, in every eye,
The flames of revolution rise,
In revelry we stride, this band of brothers,
Our destination, a spring of blooms, will find us,
In revelry we stride.
In revelry we stride,
In revelry we stride.