ye aankhe ye masti
ye aankhe ye masti ye palake ye kaajal
ye zulfe ye khushbu ye chudi ye paayal
qayaamat qayaamat qayaamat qayaamat
qayaamat qayaamat qayaamat qayaamat
ye chehara ye tevar ye qaatil adaaye
ye premi ye paagal ye chaahat ye mohabbat
qayaamat qayaamat qayaamat qayaamat
qayaamat qayaamat qayaamat qayaamat
ye aankhe ye masti ye palake ye kaajal

aashiq hai kaun vo tum aashiqi ho jiski
shaayar hai kaun vo tum shaayari ho jiski
huve tum divaane yu hi to nahi
chala koi jaadu kahi naa kahi
haa kahi naa kahi kahi naa kahi
haa kahi naa kahi kahi naa kahi
ye jaadu ye jaadu ye jaadu ye rangat ye rangat
ye jalva ye jalva ye jalva ye javaani

dilabar mere sanam mahabub mere yaara
badla hai aaj kyu andaaz ye tumhaara
karu kya koi zor chalta nahi
sambhaale se bhi dil sambhalta nahi
sambhalta nahi sambhalta nahi sambhalta nahi
ye mauje ye saagar ye havaaye ye mausam
ye mahafil ye nagma ye shokhi ye aalam
qayaamat qayaamat qayaamat qayaamat
qayaamat qayaamat qayaamat qayaamat

ye aankhe ye aankhe ye chehara ye chehara
ye masti ye masti ye tevar ye tevar
ye palake ye kaajal ye zulfe ye premi
ye khushbu ye paagal ye chudi ye chaahat
ye paayal ye mohabbat
qayaamat qayaamat qayaamat qayaamat
qayaamat qayaamat qayaamat qayaamat
haa qayaamat qayaamat qayaamat qayaamat
haa qayaamat qayaamat qayaamat qayaamat

lyrics typed by: neha gupta

These eyes, this dance,
these lashes, the kohl's trance,
these tresses, fragrance's grace,
bangles' chime, anklets' pace.
Doomsday, doomsday,
doomsday, doomsday.
This face, its fire,
these killer desires,
this lover, the mad,
this longing, love clad.
Doomsday, doomsday,
doomsday, doomsday.
These eyes, this dance,
these lashes, the kohl's trance.

Who's the lover, you are love's art?
Who's the poet, you are poetry's heart?
You're mad, I see, it couldn't be denied,
some magic's woven, nowhere to hide.
Yes, somewhere, somehow,
yes, somewhere, somehow.
This magic, magic, magic, the hue, the shade,
this splendor, brilliance, youth, unafraid.

My heart's beloved, my love, my dear,
why has your style changed, year after year?
What can I do, no strength remains,
even guarded, my heart still strains.
It cannot hold, it cannot hold, it cannot hold.
These waves, the sea, the winds that blow,
this gathering, song, mischief aglow,
this world, this scene.
Doomsday, doomsday,
doomsday, doomsday.

These eyes, these eyes, this face, its fire,
this dance, this dance, these tempers higher.
These lashes, the kohl, these tresses, the lover,
this fragrance, the mad, bangles discover,
this longing, the anklets, love's power.
Doomsday, doomsday,
doomsday, doomsday.
Yes, doomsday, doomsday,
doomsday, doomsday.