teri kaafir jawani ko jawani kaun kehta hai
qayamat ko qayamat ki qayamat ko qayamat ki
nishani kaun kehta hai
qayamat ko qayamat ki nishani kaun kehta hai
teri kaafir jawani ko jawani kaun kehta hai

nigaho hi nigaho me nigahe kya sunti hai
mohabbat ke fasane ko mohabbat ke fasane kok
jawani kaun kehta hai
mohabbat ke fasane kok jawani kaun kehta hai
mohabbat ke fasane kok jawani kaun kehta hai

ye ichchha hai jawani bache rahe ulfat ke nazro se
magar aesi jawani ko magar aesi jawani ko
jawani kaun kehta hai
magar aesi jawani ko jawani kaun kehta hai
magar aesi jawani ko jawani kaun kehta hai

teri kafir jawani ko jawani kaun kehta hai
qayamat ko qayamat ki qayamat ko qayamat ki
nishani kaun kehta hai
qayamat ko qayamat ki nishani kaun kehta hai
teri kaafir jawani ko jawani kaun kehta hai
teri kaafir jawani ko jawani kaun kehta hai

mere aasu jala sakte hai ek bedard ki duniya
aji bedard ki duniya aji bedard ki duniya
aji bedard ki duniya aji bedard ki duniya
aji bedard ki duniya aji bedard ki duniya
ye shole aag ke hai ye shole aag ke hai
inko pani kaun kehta hai inko pani kaun kehta hai
teri kaafir jawani ko jawani kaun kehta hai
teri kaafir jawani ko jawani kaun kehta hai

They call your youth, a heretic's prime,
But who names it youth, this burning chime?
This sign of doomsday, the world's last breath,
Who calls it a sign, embracing death?
They call your youth, a heretic's prime,
But who names it youth, this burning chime?

Eyes meet, and what whispers they weave?
Of love's unfolding, the heart's reprieve.
This tale of passion, a story untold,
Who calls it youth, brave, fierce and bold?
They call your youth, a heretic's prime,
But who names it youth, this burning chime?

This longing lingers, for youth to stay,
Untouched by love's captivating sway.
But such a youth, a spirit unbound,
Who calls it youth on hallowed ground?
They call your youth, a heretic's prime,
But who names it youth, this burning chime?

They call your youth, a heretic's prime,
But who names it youth, this burning chime?
This sign of doomsday, the world's last breath,
Who calls it a sign, embracing death?
They call your youth, a heretic's prime,
But who names it youth, this burning chime?
They call your youth, a heretic's prime,
But who names it youth, this burning chime?

My tears could scorch a world of pain,
A world of cold, where grief will reign.
A world of cold, a heart of stone,
These flames of sorrow, fiercely sown.
These flames of fire, a burning plight,
Who calls them water, dimming light?
They call your youth, a heretic's prime,
But who names it youth, this burning chime?
They call your youth, a heretic's prime,
But who names it youth, this burning chime?