yaaro hamara kya chal de jidhar chaahe
bottle ki gardan mein daale huye baahe
naa hamara koi jora naa hamari koi joru
naa hamara koi jora naa hamari koi joru
yaaro hamara kya chal de jidhar chaahe
bottle ki gardan mein daale huye baahe

hey hum nahi sunte baat kisi ki aadar ho ya laama
aa gaye pehanke kisi ka ho payjama
are hum nahi sunte baat kisi ki aadar ho ya laama
aa gaye pehan ke kisi ka ho payjama
are taay kisi ki gale baandh ke phirte hai aawara
taay kisi ki gale baandh ke phirte hai aawara
naa hamara koi jora naa hamari koi joru
naa hamara koi jora naa hamari koi joru
yaaro hamara kya chal de jidhar chaahe
bottle ki gardan mein daale huye baahe

sone ki zanjeer badalke na muththi mein paise
are phir koi dilbara ruke paas to kaise
sone ki zanjeer badalke na muththi mein paise
phir koi dilbara ruke paas to kaise
are dilbar humko gaye chhod ke ab tak to das baara
dilbar humko gaye chhod ke ab tak to das baara
naa hamara koi jora naa hamari koi joru
naa hamara koi jora naa hamari koi joru
yaaro hamara kya chal de jidhar chaahe
bottle ki gardan mein daale huye baahe

hey hey hey maal jidhar hai yaar abhi to haath udhar fekenge
sar kahi pad gayi kabhi to phir dekhenge
are maal jidhar hai yaar abhi to haath udhar fekenge
are sar kahi pad gayi kabhi to phir dekhenge
are aaj talak jo gujar rahi hai karke lappa laara
aaj talak jo gujar rahi hai karke lappa laara
naa hamara koi jora naa hamari koi joru
naa hamara koi jora naa hamari koi joru
yaaro hamara kya chal de jidhar chaahe
bottle ki gardan mein daale huye baahe

Friends, our path unfurls where we desire,
Arms embraced around the bottle's spire.
We claim no kin, no spouse to bind,
No moorings found for heart or mind.
Friends, our path unfurls where we desire,
Arms embraced around the bottle's spire.

We heed no counsel, be it sage or saint,
Donning garments of another's taint.
We heed no counsel, be it sage or saint,
Donning garments of another's taint.
A stolen tie, around our necks we wear,
Wandering souls, consumed by care.
We claim no kin, no spouse to bind,
No moorings found for heart or mind.
Friends, our path unfurls where we desire,
Arms embraced around the bottle's spire.

From golden chains to grasping for the coin,
How could a lover linger, to now join?
From golden chains to grasping for the coin,
How could a lover linger, to now join?
Ten or twelve beloved, have departed by now,
Leaving scars upon this weathered brow.
We claim no kin, no spouse to bind,
No moorings found for heart or mind.
Friends, our path unfurls where we desire,
Arms embraced around the bottle's spire.

Where treasure lies, our hands will reach and grasp,
Should fate bring us to ruin, in that clasp...
Where treasure lies, our hands will reach and grasp,
Should fate bring us to ruin, in that clasp...
Through life we've wandered, on this reckless spree,
A broken rhythm, for all to see.
We claim no kin, no spouse to bind,
No moorings found for heart or mind.
Friends, our path unfurls where we desire,
Arms embraced around the bottle's spire.