suno jara suno jara hawaao me ye kaisi hai sada
koi to hai jo hai ye keh raha ke raah me woh mod aa gaya
ke jiske aage hai zamin na aasman, na manzile na raasta
suno jara suno jara hawaao me ye kaisi hai sada
koi to hai jo hai ye keh raha ke raah me woh mod aa gaya
ke jiske aage hai zamin na aasman, na manzile na raasta

yaado ke gam hi taraane gaati hai tanhaiya
ha din dhal raha hai to kitni lambi hai parchhaiya
bas ek pal me hoga sabh dhua dhua hai aarzu ki ye sada
suno jara suno jara hawaao me ye kaisi hai sada
koi to hai jo hai ye keh raha ke raah me woh mod aa gaya
ke jiske aage hai zamin na aasman, na manzile na raasta

dhundhla gaye hai sitare, phulo ko nind aa gayi
gumsum se hum sochte hai baate adhuri kayi
hui na puri kyu koi bhi dastan kise khabar kise pata
suno jara suno jara hawaao me ye kaisi hai sada
koi to hai jo hai ye keh raha ke raah me woh mod aa gaya
ke jiske aage hai zamin na aasman, na manzile na raasta
suno jara suno jara hawaao me ye kaisi hai sada
koi to hai jo hai ye keh raha ke raah me woh mod aa gaya
ke jiske aage hai zamin na aasman, na manzile na raasta
na manzile na raasta

Listen closely, listen close, the winds whisper a plea,
A presence speaks, its voice a decree, a turning of the key,
Beyond this bend, where earth dissolves, and skies begin to fray,
No landmarks there, no paths to tread, no ending to the way.

The lonely hours hum dirges of a shadowed yesteryear,
As day surrenders, shadows lengthen, fuelled by rising fear,
In a fleeting breath, all desire turns to smoke and dust and grey,
Listen closely, listen close, the winds whisper a plea,
A presence speaks, its voice a decree, a turning of the key,
Beyond this bend, where earth dissolves, and skies begin to fray,
No landmarks there, no paths to tread, no ending to the way.

The stars grow dim, and slumber claims each blossom's fragile head,
We, hushed and lost, ponder tales, half-written, left unsaid,
Why is it so that no story ever finds its final stay?
Listen closely, listen close, the winds whisper a plea,
A presence speaks, its voice a decree, a turning of the key,
Beyond this bend, where earth dissolves, and skies begin to fray,
No landmarks there, no paths to tread, no ending to the way.
Listen closely, listen close, the winds whisper a plea,
A presence speaks, its voice a decree, a turning of the key,
Beyond this bend, where earth dissolves, and skies begin to fray,
No landmarks there, no paths to tread, no ending to the way.
No ending to the way.