vira, yeh sarrati sarrati raftare hai
aage bas manzil hai, piche hawaye hai
vira, yeh sarrati sarrati raftaare hai
aage bas manzil hai, piche hawaye hai
tharrata tharrata ik tufan jo
chhu ke jo guzre toh tham jaati rahe hai

vira, vira, vira, vira
ziddi iraada hai koi kismat ki ik jo na maane
dil ka ik shola junun ka, khole ujaalo ke khaare
raato ko chire, subah ki tire
kaali zanjire tod ke hi bana din naya
waqt ne kuch aisa, lamha chuna ho
saare itihaaso pe jo chhod ega apne nishaan
sarrati sarrati raftaare hai
aage bas manzil hai, piche hawaye hai
tharrata tharrata ik tufa jo
chhu ke jo guzre toh tham jaati rahe hai

mushkil woh mushkil hi kya hai
baazi jo jaan pe na aaye
ho gir hai bhi gir hai kaha hai aasani se khul jo jaaye
khayaalo me bhi jo mumkin nahi ho
wohi kar dikhana himmato ki toh pehchaan hai
khud me khudi ka kuch bhi kahaa hai
jaan bus wohi hai yaario pe jo qurbaan hai
sarrati sarrati raftaare hai
aage bas manzil hai, piche hawaye hai
hey hey tharrata tharrata ik tufa jo
chhu ke jo guzre toh tham jaati rahe hai
vira, vira, vira, vira

Swift, a rush of relentless pace,
The goal ahead, winds at our back's embrace.
Swift, a rush, a relentless race,
The goal ahead, winds at our back's embrace.
A trembling storm, a tempest's might,
That, in its passing, stills the light.

Brave one, brave one, brave one, brave one,
A stubborn will, defying fate's design,
A heart ablaze with passion's fire,
Unleashing light, where shadows conspire.
Piercing the night, with morning's spear,
Breaking the chains, a dawn made clear.
When time selects, a moment's hold,
To leave its mark, on stories told.
Swift, a rush of relentless pace,
The goal ahead, winds at our back's embrace.
A trembling storm, a tempest's might,
That, in its passing, stills the light.

What challenge holds true weight,
If stakes are not the heart's own gate?
A fall is no defeat, if easy ease you greet,
The impossible in thought to conceive,
That is the true spirit we believe.
Within oneself, the self to find,
Life's only worth, in selfless kind.
Swift, a rush of relentless pace,
The goal ahead, winds at our back's embrace.
Hey hey, a trembling storm, a tempest's might,
That, in its passing, stills the light.
Brave one, brave one, brave one, brave one.