rakt ka hai ye gubbara
rakt ka hai ye gubbara
din raat phirta mara mara
rakt ka hai ye gubbara
din raat phirta mara mara
dilwalo ne kaha ye aawara
dilwalo ne kaha ye aawara
man mauji bolte sharara
dilwalo ne kaha ye aawara
man mauji bolte sharara
hum tum mein bhi hai
khush kam mein bhi hai
pyar kahta hai ye awara
naach dikhata naach
karata naach
mahakta naach khanakta naach
raas leele naach
zahrila naach

rakt ka hai ye gubbara
aadhe tan mein shan shan karta
adhure man ka hosh udata
sanso ki garmi dam ko todta
seene mein tumhare aksat mere ghayal karta
naach behosh naach bechain naach
benaam naach bemisal naach
belagam naach
zahrila naach

A crimson balloon, a lifeblood sphere,
Wandering lost, consumed by fear.
A crimson balloon, adrift and lone,
The heart's own wanderer, a seed unsown.
The lovers call it a vagrant soul,
The carefree spirit, taking its toll.
The lovers call it, wild and free,
The joyous rebels, burning with glee.

In us it dwells, in joy and sorrow,
Love whispers, "Let the madness follow!"
Dance it shows, compels to sway,
A fragrant dance, a glittering play,
A dance of rapture, a venomous art.

A crimson balloon, a fragile guise,
Half-formed, it whispers, it never dies.
It steals the senses, the mind astray,
The warmth of breath, it steals the day.
Your chest reflects my wounded plight,
Dance of oblivion, a restless night,
Nameless dance, beyond compare,
Unleashed, untamed, a venomous snare.