pairo ki bediya khwabo ko baandhe nahi re kabhi nahi re
mitti ki parton ko nanhe se ankur bhi chine dhire dhire
iraade hare bhare jinke seeno mein ghar kare
wo dil ki sune kare na dare na dare

subah ki kirno ko rokein jo salaakhein hai kahan
jo khayalon pe pehre daale wo aankhein hai kahan
par khulne ki deri hai parinde udh ke jhoomenge
aasman aasman aasman
subah ki kirno ko rokein jo salaakhein hai kahan
jo khayalon pe pehre daale wo aankhein hai kahan
par khulne ki deri hai parinde udh ke jhoomenge
aasman aasman aasman

aazaadiyan aazaadiyan
aagey na kabhi mile mile mile
aazaadiyan aazaadiyan
jo cheenay wahi jee le jee le jee le
subah ki kirno ko rokein jo salaakhein hai kahan
jo khayalon pe pehre daale wo aankhein hai kahan
par khulne ki deri hai parinde udh ke jhoomenge
aasman aasman aasman

kahani khatm hai ya shuruwaat hone ko hai hone ko hai
subah nayi hai ye ya phir raat hone ko hai hone ko hai
kahani khatm hai ya shuruwaat hone ko hai hone ko hai
subah nayi hai ye ya phir raat hone ko hai hone ko hai
aane wala waqt dega panahe hai
ya phir se milenge do raahein
khabar kya kya pataa

The shackles that bind the feet, never the dreams, never, no.
Tiny sprouts, they wrest, layer by layer, from the earth below.
Intentions, verdant, taking root within the breast,
They heed the heart's voice, fearless, unafraid, at rest.

Where are the bars to halt the dawn's first light?
Where are the eyes to guard the thoughts in flight?
A moment waits, then birds will soar and sing,
Skyward, skyward, skyward wing.
Where are the bars to halt the dawn's first light?
Where are the eyes to guard the thoughts in flight?
A moment waits, then birds will soar and sing,
Skyward, skyward, skyward wing.

Liberties, liberties,
Never found ahead, found, found, found.
Liberties, liberties,
What's taken, that is lived, lived, lived.
Where are the bars to halt the dawn's first light?
Where are the eyes to guard the thoughts in flight?
A moment waits, then birds will soar and sing,
Skyward, skyward, skyward wing.

The tale is done, or just beginning, is beginning?
Is this a dawn, or night descending, descending?
The tale is done, or just beginning, is beginning?
Is this a dawn, or night descending, descending?
The future holds a haven, a place to be?
Or will we meet again, on separate paths, you and me?
Who knows, who knows?