maut se pahle maasumo ki jaan bechega kya
aashiya apna jala ke ab dhua bechega kya
ab dhua bechega kya
maut se pahle maasumo ki jaan bechega kya
aashiya apna jala ke ab dhua bechega kya
ab dhua bechega kya
ye jamin shayad thi kam uski hawas ke saamne
ye jamin shayad thi kam uski hawas ke saamne
puchh lo usse ki ab wo aasma bechega kya
aashiya apna jala ke ab dhua bechega kya
ab dhua bechega kya

baarisho ke shahar me laayi hai daulat kheech kar
baarisho ke shahar me laayi hai daulat kheech kar
dekhte hai apna kaagaj ka makaan bechega kya
aashiya apna jala ke ab dhua bechega kya
ab dhua bechega kya

ji raha tha kal wo jin yaado ki khushbu odh kar
aaj un yaado ka har naamo nishaan bechega kya
aashiya apna jala ke ab dhua bechega kya
ab dhua bechega kya

chhod kar tanha khada hai jin kharidaaro ke beech
chhod kar tanha khada hai jin kharidaaro ke beech
unko ab ujada hua dil ka jahaan bechega kya
aashiya apna jala ke ab dhua bechega kya
ab dhua bechega kya

is kadar uski chita ki lakadiya mahangi na thi
is kadar uski chita ki lakadiya mahangi na thi
jinki tarah wo aashiya bechega kya
aashiya apna jala ke ab dhua bechega kya
ab dhua bechega kya

puchhta rahta hai ang jo is sulagti aag se
puchhta rahta hai ang jo is sulagti aag se
ek nasheman ke liye gulsita bechega kya
aashiya apna jala ke ab dhua bechega kya
ab dhua bechega kya
maut se pahle maasumo ki jaan bechega kya
aashiya apna jala ke ab dhua bechega kya
ab dhua bechega kya, ab dhua bechega kya
ab dhua bechega kya

Before death, will you sell the innocent's breath?
Burning your home, will you sell the smoke of death?
Will you sell the smoke now?
Before death, will you sell the innocent's breath?
Burning your home, will you sell the smoke of death?
Will you sell the smoke now?

Perhaps the earth was too small for his greed's expanse,
Perhaps the earth was too small for his greed's expanse,
Ask him now, will he sell the sky's dance?
Burning your home, will you sell the smoke of death?
Will you sell the smoke now?

In a city of rains, he drew wealth's cold embrace,
In a city of rains, he drew wealth's cold embrace,
Let's see, will he sell his paper-thin space?
Burning your home, will you sell the smoke of death?
Will you sell the smoke now?

Yesterday he lived, wrapped in memories' sweet scent,
Yesterday he lived, wrapped in memories' sweet scent,
Today, will he sell each trace of what was lent?
Burning your home, will you sell the smoke of death?
Will you sell the smoke now?

Alone, he stands amongst the buyers' cold stare,
Alone, he stands amongst the buyers' cold stare,
Will he sell now, his heart's desolate lair?
Burning your home, will you sell the smoke of death?
Will you sell the smoke now?

His pyre's wood wasn't once so dear and steep,
His pyre's wood wasn't once so dear and steep,
Like them, will he sell his home, so deep?
Burning your home, will you sell the smoke of death?
Will you sell the smoke, oh, will you weep?

He questions the limbs consumed by the burning fire's kiss,
He questions the limbs consumed by the burning fire's kiss,
For a nest, will he sell the rose garden's bliss?
Burning your home, will you sell the smoke of death?
Will you sell the smoke now?
Before death, will you sell the innocent's breath?
Burning your home, will you sell the smoke of death?
Will you sell the smoke now, will you sell the smoke now?
Will you sell the smoke now?