pinjra so pinjra, pinjra so pinjra
pinjra so pinjra, pinjra so pinjra
pinjra so pinjra, pinjra so pinjra
sone ka ho chandi ka ho
heere motiyo se jada ho
pinjra so pinjra, pinjra so pinjra
pinjra so pinjra

o panchhi magan the man me
udte the mast gagan me
panchhi magan the man me
udte the mast gagan me
kismat ne khel dikhaya
aake fanse pinjre me, aake fanse pinjre me
pinjra so pinjra, pinjra so pinjra
sone ka ho chandi ka ho
heere motiyo se jada ho
pinjra so pinjra, pinjra so pinjra
pinjra so pinjra

o man ka ye panchhi bole
bandhan re koi khole
man ka ye panchhi bole
bandhan re koi khole
pankho me chonch chhupaye
roye re haule haule, roye re haule haule
pinjra so pinjra, pinjra so pinjra
sone ka ho chandi ka ho
heere motiyo se jada ho
pinjra so pinjra, pinjra so pinjra
pinjra so pinjra, pinjra so pinjra
pinjra so pinjra

Cage it is, always the cage,
Cage it is, in every age,
Cage it is, a gilded stage.
Whether spun of gold so bright,
Or silver gleaming in the light,
Or gemmed with diamonds, pure and white.
Cage it is, the endless plight.
Cage it is.

The bird was joy, within the heart,
Soaring free, a work of art.
The bird was joy, a world apart,
Then fate did play a cruelest part,
Entrapped within the cage’s start.
Locked within, a broken heart.
Cage it is, a work of art.
Whether spun of gold so bright,
Or silver gleaming in the light,
Or gemmed with diamonds, pure and white.
Cage it is, the endless night.
Cage it is.

The soul bird cries, a whispered plea,
"Release these bonds, and set me free!"
The soul bird cries, in misery,
Hides its wings, for all to see,
Weeps softly, for all to be,
Lost in sorrow, eternally.
Cage it is, a shadowed decree.
Whether spun of gold so bright,
Or silver gleaming in the light,
Or gemmed with diamonds, pure and white.
Cage it is, the endless blight.
Cage it is, always the cage,
Cage it is, in every age,
Cage it is.