mit gayi hazaro jawaniya
mit gayi hazaro jawaniya
deni padi jinhe kurbaniya jinhe kurbaniya
yad aati hai unki kahaniya kahaniya
jindagi ne jinhe choda mar le mar ke
tedhe medhe unche niche lambe lambe
raste pyar ke raste pyar ke
tedhe medhe unche niche lambe lambe
raste pyar ke raste pyar ke
kya pata kab kaun kaha baith jaye thak har ke
tedhe medhe unche niche lambe lambe
raste pyar ke raste pyar ke

jakhmo ke nisha silte nahi silte nahi
jakhmo ke nisha silte nahi
yado ke chaman khilte nahi
bichde to fir milte nahi
do panchi kabhi ek dar ke ek dar ke
tedhe medhe unche niche lambe lambe
raste pyar ke raste pyar ke

fasla ye hame manjur hai
fasla ye hame manjur hai
fasla ye hame manjur hai
apni manjil bahut hi dur hai
bahut hi dur hai
ruk gaye hum kisi ko pukar ke pukar ke
tedhe medhe unche niche lambe lambe
raste pyar ke raste pyar ke

is mohabbat ke kabil hum nahi
is mohabbat ke kabil hum nahi hum nahi
hamko apna jara bhi gam nahi
koi khush ho ye bhi khushi kam nahi
tedhe medhe unche niche lambe lambe
raste pyar ke raste pyar ke
kya pata kab kaun kaha baith jaye thak har ke
thak har ke thak har ke

Thousands of youths, they vanished, gone,
Sacrifices offered, life withdrawn.
Their stories echo, softly drawn,
By life that struck, and left them forlorn.
Twisted paths, both high and low,
Long the paths where lovers go.
Twisted paths, both high and low,
Long the paths where lovers go.
Who knows where one may fall, weary, slow,
Long the paths where lovers go.

Wounds remain, they cannot mend,
Memories' gardens, they don't extend.
Parted souls, no path to transcend,
Two birds apart, their nesting end.
Twisted paths, both high and low,
Long the paths where lovers go.

These distances, we must embrace,
These distances, we find our place.
Our destination, distant space,
Far away, beyond trace.
We paused, calling out, in that space,
Twisted paths, both high and low,
Long the paths where lovers go.

This love, we're unworthy to claim,
Our own plight, we do not blame.
If joy blooms, despite our name,
We take that, a joy to proclaim.
Twisted paths, both high and low,
Long the paths where lovers go.
Who knows where one may fall, weary, slow,
Weary, slow, weary, go.