jaane bujhi ankhon ki jaaledar palkon me
khwaab jab sarakte hai lagta hai wo zinda hai
ha lagta hain woh zinda hai

shaam ki udasi mein ek diya jalta hai
roshni jo hoti hain
lagta hai wo zinda hai, woh zinda hai
chhu bhi lo wo zinda hai chhu ke dekho zinda hai
chhu bhi lo wo zinda hai chhu ke dekho zinda hai

kuch der ki ek neend hai soyi nahi jaag rahi hai
ek khwab toh khoya kahi ek khwab woh maang rahi hai
aankh se chaho to aaj bhi chhu lo use, wo zinda hai

bolti dalilon mein kagzon ki saahi mein
har nayi gawahi mein lagta hai wo zinda hai
paas jaa ke dekho toh thoda thoda chehra woh
aayine mein baaki hai

lagta hai wo zinda hai, wo zinda hai
chhu bhi lo wo zinda hai chhu ke dekho zinda hai
chhu bhi lo wo zinda hai chhu ke dekho zinda hai

In knowing eyes,
veiled by lashes' lace,
when dreams softly drift,
they seem alive,
yes, they seem alive.

In the evening's gloom,
a single lamp ignites,
the light that shines forth,
it seems alive, it is alive,
touch them and they live,
feel them and they live,
touch them and they live,
feel them and they live.

A brief slumber lies,
not asleep, but awake,
one dream is lost somewhere,
another dream it seeks,
if you wish, from your eyes,
touch it even now, it lives.

In eloquent arguments,
in the ink of paper,
in every new testimony,
it seems alive,
go near and look,
a little of that face,
remains in the mirror,
it seems alive, it is alive,
touch them and they live,
feel them and they live,
touch them and they live,
feel them and they live.