mujrim na kahna mujhe logo mujrim to sara jamana hai
mujrim na kahna mujhe logo mujrim to sara jamana hai
pakda gaya wo chor hai jo bach gaya wo sayana hai
mujrim na kahna mujhe logo mujrim to sara jamana hai
pakda gaya wo chor hai jo bach gaya wo sayana hai
mujrim na kahna mujhe logo mujrim to sara jamana hai

jis umar me chahiye maa ka aachal mujhko salakhe mili
nanhe se hatho me pustak ke badle hathkadiya dali gai
bachpan hi jab kaidkhane me bita jawani ka fir kya thikana hai
mujrim na kahna mujhe logo mujrim to sara jamana hai

mai tha pasina bahane ko razi roti na fir bhi mili
maine sarafat se jina chaha thoakr pe thokar lagi
mai tha pasina bahane ko razi roti na fir bhi mili
maine sarafat se jina chaha thoakr pe thokar lagi
kaise bhi ho pet ki aag hai ye pet ki aag ko bujhana hai
mujrim na kahna mujhe logo mujrim to sara jamana hai

papo ki basti me kaise rahega banke koi devta
jiwan ke sangram me sab munasif chahe bhala ya bura
insan lekin kabhi ye na bhule bhagwan ke ghar bhi jana hai
mujrim na kahna mujhe logo mujrim to sara jamana hai
pakda gaya wo chor hai jo bach gaya wo sayana hai
mujrim na kahna mujhe logo mujrim to sara jamana hai

Do not call me a criminal, people, the world itself is the crime.
Do not call me a criminal, people, the world itself is the crime.
He who is caught is the thief, the one who escapes, the wise in time.
Do not call me a criminal, people, the world itself is the crime.

In the age when I craved my mother's embrace, I found myself behind bars.
In tiny hands, instead of books, they placed shackles, leaving lasting scars.
If childhood is spent in a prison's hold, where does youth find its place to reside?
Do not call me a criminal, people, the world itself is the crime.

I was willing to sweat, to toil and strive, yet still, no bread I could find.
I sought to live with integrity and grace, yet stumbling blocks were all I could find.
I was willing to sweat, to toil and strive, yet still, no bread I could find.
I sought to live with integrity and grace, yet stumbling blocks were all I could find.
No matter the hunger that burns inside, this fire within, it must be satisfied.
Do not call me a criminal, people, the world itself is the crime.

In a den of sin, how can one be a saint?
In the battle of life, all is fair, right or wrong, a painted taint.
But man must never forget, that to God's house, we must all abide.
Do not call me a criminal, people, the world itself is the crime.
He who is caught is the thief, the one who escapes, the wise in time.
Do not call me a criminal, people, the world itself is the crime.