ae munde nahi darde shor shraba kar de
ae munde nahi darde shor shraba kar de
ae munde nahi darde shor shraba kar de
kadi te jande disco kade peeke daru lande
ke marjane mundiya te adhi raat speaker baj de
ke marjane mundiya te adhi raat speaker baj de
marjane mundiya te

ishk di gema khed de aandi jandi ched de
jithe ankha hoyiya char utho muh nahi fer de
ishk di gema khed de aandi jandi ched de
jithe ankha hoyiya char utho muh nahi fer de
tuk tuk tuk tuk takte te khin khin khin has de
kadi te jande disco kade peeke daru lande
ke marjane mundiya te adhi raat speaker baj de
ke marjane mundiya te adhi raat speaker baj de
marjane mundiya te

o pora pora porde ik glaasi hor de
thirty milli sixty milli nukda chini chhod de
o pora pora porde ik glaasi hor de
thirty milli sixty milli nukda chini chhod de
paan wele nahi darde te maap ke nahiyo bhar de
kadi te jande disco kade peeke daru lande
ke marjane mundiya te adhi raat speaker baj de
ke marjane mundiya te adhi raat speaker baj de
marjane mundiya te

ae munde nahi dar de shor shraba kar de
ae munde nahi dar de shor shraba kar de
ae munde nahi dar de shor shraba kar de
kadi te jande disco kade peeke daru lande
ke marjane mundiya te adhi raat speaker baj de
ke marjane mundiya te adhi raat speaker baj de
marjane mundiya te

These lads know no fear, they raise a row,
These lads know no fear, let the chaos flow,
These lads know no fear, where the wild winds blow.
To the disco they stray, drunk on the night's show,
These doomed lads, their speakers at midnight glow,
These doomed lads, their speakers aglow.
These doomed lads...

They play the game of love, teasing as they roam,
Where eyes meet and lock, they never turn from home,
They play the game of love, teasing as they roam,
Where eyes meet and lock, they never turn from home,
They watch and they watch, then laughter will comb,
To the disco they stray, drunk on the night's foam,
These doomed lads, their speakers at midnight roam,
These doomed lads, their speakers at midnight roam,
These doomed lads...

Pour it up, pour it up, another glass they claim,
Thirty, sixty, they forsake the sugar's game,
Pour it up, pour it up, another glass they claim,
Thirty, sixty, they forsake the sugar's game,
Drinking with no fear, they fill without a name,
To the disco they stray, drunk on the night's flame,
These doomed lads, their speakers now aflame,
These doomed lads, their speakers now aflame,
These doomed lads...

These lads know no fear, they raise a cry,
These lads know no fear, as the moments fly,
These lads know no fear, beneath the moon's eye,
To the disco they stray, drunk as the stars lie,
These doomed lads, their speakers in the sky,
These doomed lads, their speakers on high,
These doomed lads...