baste baste basa le man
barso me abaad hua
ek saiyad ki najar lagi to
pal bhar me barbad hua
sapno ka gharaunda tuta
sapno ka gharaunda tuta
halat ke is tufa me
tinke se tinka chhuta
sapno ka gharaunda tuta
sapno ka gharaunda tuta

jaane kab ye nek bane
ya ki badi ke shikar bane
apni manjil par pahuche
ya raaho ke khar bane
jaane kab ye nek bane
ya ki badi ke shikar bane
apni manjil par pahuche
ya raaho ke khar bane
kis mod pe masumo se
mamta ka saya chuta
sapno ka gharaunda tuta
sapno ka gharaunda tuta

dil ke tukde bhi khoye
mang se lali ruth gayi
dukh ki agan me jali dukhiyaa
koyla bani na raakh bhayi
dil ke tukde bhi khoye
mang se lali ruth gayi
dukh ki agan me jali dukhiyaa
koyla bani na raakh bhayi
aanchal ka sukh bhi khoyaa
kaajal naino se ruthaa
sapno ka gharaunda tuta
sapno ka gharaunda tuta
halat ke is tufa me
tinke se tinka chuta
sapno ka gharaunda tuta
sapno ka gharaunda tuta

Built and built, the heart found a home,
In years, a city blossomed strong.
A hunter's gaze, a shadowed dome,
In moments, all was swept along.
The house of dreams, it crumbled down,
The house of dreams, it crumbled down.
In storms of fate, the tempest's frown,
From every straw, the threads unbound.
The house of dreams, it crumbled down,
The house of dreams, it crumbled down.

When will they find their virtuous way?
Or fall prey to darkness' snare?
Will they reach their promised day?
Or thorns along the path they'll bear?
When will they find their virtuous way?
Or fall prey to darkness' snare?
Will they reach their promised day?
Or thorns along the path they'll bear?
At which turn did innocence part,
From love's embrace, the tender art?
The house of dreams, it crumbled down,
The house of dreams, it crumbled down.

The heart's own pieces, lost and gone,
From the parting of the hair, the blush withdrew.
In sorrow's fire, the grieving one,
Became no ash, but charcoal hue.
The heart's own pieces, lost and gone,
From the parting of the hair, the blush withdrew.
In sorrow's fire, the grieving one,
Became no ash, but charcoal hue.
The comfort of the veil now bare,
From tear-filled eyes, the kohl, despair.
The house of dreams, it crumbled down,
The house of dreams, it crumbled down.
In storms of fate, the tempest's frown,
From every straw, the threads unbound.
The house of dreams, it crumbled down,
The house of dreams, it crumbled down.