aa gaye mumbay ke sagar mein gaon ki naiya
par iss root ki sabhi lineay vyast hai bhaiya
aa gaye mumbay ke sagar mein gaon ki naiya
par iss root ki sabhi lineay vyast hai bhaiya
mehanga pad gaya sapne bunna
mehanga pad gaya sapne bunna
na ghar ke na ghaat ke munna
na ghar ke na ghaat ke munna
na ghar ke na ghaat ke munna
vasudeva mumbai deva vasudeva

badli hai aap hawa, badal gaye hain nazare
ye signal ye local, dost naye hai tumhare
naa zyada sun na, naa zyada bol na
paane mein hawa bhi kum le saans bhi pyare
mehanga pad gaya sapne bunna
mehanga pad gaya sapne bunna
na ghar ke na ghaat ke munna
na ghar ke na ghaat ke munna

apna woh hota nahin jo apna lagta hai
wrong hai right, jeb hai tight, lekin sab chalta hai
rasta hai seedha jo tu tedha chale
yahan to matlab se suraj aur chaand nikalta hai
mehanga pad gaya sapne bunna
mehanga pad gaya sapne bunna
na ghar ke na ghaat ke munna
na ghar ke na ghaat ke munna

kaale kaale coat, hare hare note
taxi'ian kaali peeli
technicolor hai ye sehar, baate iski rangeeli
lekin khushiyon ka color hai kaun sa
tu pehchane ye to bas zindagi jee lee
mehanga pad gaya sapne bunna
mehanga pad gaya sapne bunna
na ghar ke na ghaat ke munna
na ghar ke na ghaat ke munna

aa gaye mumbay ke sagar mein gaon ki naiya
par iss root ki sabhi lineay vyast hai bhaiya
mehanga pad gaya sapne bunna
mehanga pad gaya sapne bunna
na ghar ke na ghaat ke munna
na ghar ke na ghaat ke munna
na ghar ke na ghaat ke munna
na ghar ke na ghaat ke munna

The village boat adrift in Mumbai's sea,
But every line, dear brother, choked completely.
The village boat adrift in Mumbai's sea,
But every line, dear brother, choked completely.
The price of dreaming's climbed so high,
The price of dreaming's climbed so high,
Belonging nowhere, boy, to die,
Belonging nowhere, boy, to die,
Belonging nowhere, boy, to die,
Vasudeva, Mumbai's god, Vasudeva.

The air has changed, the sights have spun,
These signals, locals, your new friends begun.
Don't listen much, don't speak so bold,
Even the wind here takes its breath in less, my son.
The price of dreaming's climbed so high,
The price of dreaming's climbed so high,
Belonging nowhere, boy, to die,
Belonging nowhere, boy, to die.

What seems your own, often is not,
Wrong is right, the pockets tight, but still the lot.
The path is straight, though you may stray,
The sun and moon here serve a selfish thought.
The price of dreaming's climbed so high,
The price of dreaming's climbed so high,
Belonging nowhere, boy, to die,
Belonging nowhere, boy, to die.

Black coats abound, and notes of green,
Taxis of black and yellow, a bustling scene.
Technicolor city, its words so bright,
But which color hides the joy unseen?
To know this is to live, it would seem.
The price of dreaming's climbed so high,
The price of dreaming's climbed so high,
Belonging nowhere, boy, to die,
Belonging nowhere, boy, to die.

The village boat adrift in Mumbai's sea,
But every line, dear brother, choked completely.
The price of dreaming's climbed so high,
The price of dreaming's climbed so high,
Belonging nowhere, boy, to die,
Belonging nowhere, boy, to die,
Belonging nowhere, boy, to die,
Belonging nowhere, boy, to die.