dil mein chupake pyar ka toofan le chale
hum aaj appni mauth ka saman le chale
mauth ka saman le chale dil mein
chupake pyar ka toofan le chale

ha ha ha aaa
mit ta hein kaun dekhiye ul fat ki ra hamein
ulfat ki ra hamein
mit ta heil kaun dekhiye ulfat ki ra hamein
woh le chale hein aan to ham jaan le chale
maut ka saman le chale
dil mein

ha ha ha aaa
manzil pe hoga fasla kismat ke khel ka
kismat ke khel ka
manzil pe hoga fasla kismat ke khel ka
kare jo dil ka khoon ho
meheman le chale
maut ka saman le chale
dil mein

We carry a storm of love within our breast,
And bear the tools of our own death, distressed.
The tools of death we bear,
A storm of love, we silently caress.

Ha ha ha a a

Who will fade upon love's winding way?
Hey
Upon love's way they say?
Who will fade upon love's winding way?
They bring forth pride, our very souls we'll pay.
The tools of death we bear,
A storm of love, we silently caress.

Ha ha ha a a

The journey's end, fate's game, will then decide,
A
Fate's game, we confide.
The journey's end, fate's game, will then decide,
A guest that bleeds the heart, we now provide.
The tools of death we bear,
A storm of love, we silently caress.