kya hua, kuch bhi nahin
kya hoga, kuch bhi to nahin
kya ho sakta hai
pyare, hona kya hai
kuch na kuch hota hi rehta hai
par yaad rakh tu jo chahta hai
wo nahi hona
khud ho nahi sakta
karna padta hain

kya hai taqdeer, ek zanzeer
kya hai taqdeer, ek zanzeer
kismat kya hai, ek dhoka hai
kismat kya hai, ek dhoka hai
phir insaan kare kyaa
taqdeer ke hathon mein
zanzeere phaila do
kismat ke taaron ko aaina dikhla do
hathon ki lakire aur jadu tona
sab hai dhoka
sab hai khwabo ki dhul, khwabo ki dhul

tu apne raste se na hat
chal khwab ka pichha chhod
palat

phir jo chahe kar jayega
warna ghutke mar jayega
is mitti me wo sab kuch hai
jo sona, heere, chandi de
tu dur na jaa, tu dur na jaa
mud waapis aa, mud waapis aa

mayus na ho, chal chal aage
tu jaage to duniya jaage
pyaare, agar kuch pana hai tujhe to
kashtiya bhi jala de, kashtiya bhi jala de
kashtiya bhi jala de

phir tu jo chahega ho jayega
gam ka suraj thak kar so jayega

ye magar kuch bhi khud ho nahin sakta
ye magar kuch bhi khud ho nahin sakta
karna padta hai
jeene ke liye, marna padta hai
haq ki khatir to ladna padta hai
jeene ke liye, marna padta hai
haq ki khatir to ladna padta hai
ladna padta hai, ladna padta hai

Nothing happened, nothing at all.
Nothing will be, nothing at all.
What could be, my love, what is to be?
Something, always, is.

But remember, what you desire,
Will not simply be,
Cannot come to pass on its own.
You must make it.

What is fate? A chain.
What is fate? A chain.
What is destiny? A lie.
What is destiny? A lie.
Then what is a person to do?
To the hands of fate,
Unfurl your chains!
Show destiny its own reflection.
The lines in your palm, the sorcery,
All are illusions.
All are the dust of dreams, the dust of dreams.

Do not stray from your path.
Cease chasing the dream,
Turn back.

Then you will do as you wish.
Or, suffocating, you will die.
In this earth, everything exists,
That gives gold, diamonds, silver.
Do not go far, do not go far.
Turn back, return.

Do not despair, go forth!
If you awaken, the world awakens.
My love, if you want something,
Burn your boats, burn your boats,
Burn your boats.

Then what you desire will come to be.
The sun of sorrow will tire and sleep.

Yet, none of this can simply be.
Yet, none of this can simply be.
You must make it.
To live, you must die.
For your right, you must fight.
To live, you must die.
For your right, you must fight.
You must fight, you must fight.