ye roti ye dal khayi bade sal
ye roti ye dal khayi bade sal
aaj subaah maine suni murge ki baang
sham ko hi mil gayi murgi ki tang
aaj subaah maine suni murge ki baang
sham ko hi mil gayi murgi ki tang
ab rigtht ho ya wrong gao ding dang dong
ye roti ye dal khayi bade sal
ye roti ye dal khayi bade sal

khali thanda pani pee ke soye hum barso
aaj ho ya kal ho kal ho ya parso
puri hogi ek din yaaro ki mang
puri hogi ek din yaaro ki mang
ab rigtht ho ya wrong gao ding dang dong
ye roti ye dal khayi bade sal
ye roti ye dal khayi bade sal

bada maja aaya yaro one two three four
chor ke ghar me dhekho gush aaya chor
aasmaa pe chad gaye maar ke chalang
aasmaa pe chad gaye maar ke chalang
ab rigtht ho ya wrong gao ding dang dong
ye roti ye dal khayi bade sal
ye roti ye dal khayi bade sal
aaj subaah maine suni murge ki baang
sham ko hi mil gayi murgi ki tang
aaj subaah maine suni murge ki baang
sham ko hi mil gayi murgi ki tang
ab rigtht ho ya wrong gao ding dang dong
ye roti ye dal khayi bade sal
ye roti ye dal khayi bade sal

For years we ate this bread, this lentil stew,
For years we ate this bread, this lentil stew.
This morn, the rooster's crow, a brazen call,
By evening, chicken legs had graced us all.
This morn, the rooster's crow, a brazen call,
By evening, chicken legs had graced us all.
Right or wrong, let the bells now sweetly chime,
For years we ate this bread, across the time.
For years we ate this bread, this lentil stew.

Empty, cold water, our slumber deep,
For years we slept, secrets we keep.
Sooner or later, tomorrow or after,
Our yearning hearts will find their laughter.
Sooner or later, tomorrow or after,
Our yearning hearts will find their laughter.
Right or wrong, let the bells now sweetly chime,
For years we ate this bread, across the time.
For years we ate this bread, this lentil stew.

Such joy we found, one, two, three, four,
Thieves within a thief's own door.
To heavens leapt, with a bound so grand,
To heavens leapt, with a bound so grand.
Right or wrong, let the bells now sweetly chime,
For years we ate this bread, across the time.
For years we ate this bread, this lentil stew.
This morn, the rooster's crow, a brazen call,
By evening, chicken legs had graced us all.
This morn, the rooster's crow, a brazen call,
By evening, chicken legs had graced us all.
Right or wrong, let the bells now sweetly chime,
For years we ate this bread, across the time.
For years we ate this bread, this lentil stew.