jang to chand roz hoti hai
jang to chand roz hoti hai zindgi barso talak roti hai
sannaate ki gahri chhav khamoshi se jalte paav
ye nadiyo par tute hue pul dharti ghayal hai vyaakul
ye khet bamo se jhulse hue ye khaali raste sahme hue
ye maatam karta sara samaa
ye jalate ghar ye kala dhua ye jalate ghar ye kala dhua
ho ho ho
mere dushman mere bhai mere hamasae
mere dushman mere bhai mere hamasae
mujhse tujhse ham dono se ye sun ye pathar kuch kahte hai
barbadi ke sare manzar kuchh kahte hai haay
mere dushman mere bhai mere hamasae
ho ho ho

barud se bojhal sari fiza hai maut ki bu phailati hava
zakhmo pe hai chhai lachari, galiyo me hai phirti bimari
ye marte bachche hatho me, ye maao ka rona rato me
murda basti murda hai nagar chehre patthar hai dil patthar
chehre patthar hai dil patthar
mere dushman mere bhai mere hamasae
mere dushman mere bhai mere hamasae
mujhse tujhse ham dono se ye sun ye pathar kuch kahte hai
barbadi ke sare manzar kuchh kahte hai haay
mere dushman mere bhai mere hamasae
ho ho ho

mere dushman mere bhai mere hamasae
chehro ke dilo ke ye pathar ye jalte ghar
barbadi ke sare manzar sab mere nagar sab tere nagar
ye kahte hai is sarhad par phunkarega
kab tak nafrat ka ye ajagar kab tak nafrat ka ye ajagar
is sarhad par phunkarega kab tak nafrat ka ye ajagar
ham apane apane kheto me gehu ki jagah chaval ki jagah
ye bandukhe kyo bote hai jab dono hi ki galiyo me
kuchh bhukhe bachche rote hai kuchh bhukhe bachche rote hai
aa khaye kasam ab jang nahi hone paye aur us din ka rasta dekhe
jab khil uthe tera bhi chaman jab khil uthe mera bhi chaman
tera bhi vatan mera bhi vatan
mera bhi vatan tera bhi vatan
tera bhi vatan mera bhi vatan
ho ho ho
mere dost mere bhai mere hamasae
mere dost mere bhai mere hamasae
ho ho ho

A fleeting war, a few short days,
Yet life weeps on for endless ways.
Deep shadows of a silent dread,
And silent feet where embers spread.
Bridges shattered on the streams,
The wounded earth, it only screams.
Fields that sway with bombs' cruel grace,
And empty paths in fear's embrace.
The mourning world, a somber scene,
These burning homes, the smoke so mean,
These burning homes, the smoke so mean.
Ho, ho, ho.
My foe, my brother, my neighbor too,
My foe, my brother, neighbor in view.
From you and me, these houses say,
These scenes of ruin light the way.
My foe, my brother, my neighbor true,
Ho, ho, ho.

The air is heavy, choked with fire,
The stench of death, a funeral pyre.
On open wounds, despair resides,
Through streets, disease, it slowly glides.
The dying children in our hands,
And mothers’ cries in barren lands.
A city dead, a town in stone,
Faces of stone, hearts of stone,
Faces of stone, hearts of stone.
My foe, my brother, my neighbor too,
My foe, my brother, neighbor in view.
From you and me, these houses say,
These scenes of ruin light the way.
My foe, my brother, my neighbor true,
Ho, ho, ho.

My foe, my brother, my neighbor near,
The stones of faces, hearts of fear,
These burning homes, their message clear,
These scenes of ruin, drawing near.
My town, your town, the silent plea,
How long shall hate's serpent decree?
Upon this border, it will hiss,
How long this hate, this serpent's kiss?
In our own fields, we sow with dread,
Why guns, instead of life's bread?
While in our lanes, the hungry weep,
While in our lanes, the hungry sleep.
Let’s swear anew, no more war's blight,
And show the path to morning's light.
When your garden starts to bloom,
When your homeland finds its room,
Your land, my land, a shared domain,
Your land, my land, ease the pain.
Your land, my land, ease the pain.
Ho, ho, ho.
My foe, my brother, my neighbor too,
My foe, my brother, neighbor in view.
Ho, ho, ho.