pehle khun kharaba pichhe shor sharaba
pyar ke dhande mein naa pad apne raste chal baba
pehle khun karaba pichhe shor sharaba
pyar ke dhande mein naa pad apne raste chal baba
pahle khun karaba pichhe shor sharaba

bhulbhulaiyo mein naa jaa reham jawani pe kha
bhulbhulaiyo mein naa jaa reham jawani pe kha
sun diwane sun diwane door ke dhol suhaane
dil naa laga dil naa laga
tere mere pyar ki tarse apne raste chal baba
pehle khun kharaba pichhe shor sharaba
pyar ke dhande mein naa pad apne raste chal baba
pehle khun karaba pichhe shor sharaba

tohre julfo ke ye naag inke chhav mein hai aag
tohre julfo ke ye naag inke chhav mein hai aag
jaan jalake rakh denge ye bhaag bhaag are bhaag yaha se bhaag
pyar ki baaji khel nahi hai apne raste chal baba
pehle khun kharaba pichhe shor sharaba
pyar ke dhande mein naa pad apne raste chal baba
pehle khun karaba pichhe shor sharaba

Before the crimson, the clamor's echo,
In love's market, don't linger, follow your own shadow.
Before the crimson, the clamor's echo,
In love's market, don't linger, follow your own shadow.
Before the crimson, the clamor's echo.

Don't wander mazes, have mercy on youth's fleeting plea,
Don't wander mazes, have mercy on youth's fleeting plea.
Listen, mad one, listen, mad one, distant drums are sweet to see,
Don't give your heart, don't give your heart,
On the roads of our love, follow your own decree.
Before the crimson, the clamor's echo,
In love's market, don't linger, follow your own shadow.
Before the crimson, the clamor's echo.

Your tresses, like serpents, in their shade, a fire's core,
Your tresses, like serpents, in their shade, a fire's core.
They will consume your soul, leave it as ashes, run, flee and implore,
This game of love is not for you, follow your own shore.
Before the crimson, the clamor's echo,
In love's market, don't linger, follow your own shadow.
Before the crimson, the clamor's echo.