What is it to be born
in a World where everything seems so wrong
where the streets have no name
and even the dangers are part of the game
everything seems upside down
the left is right and the right is wrong
the people have no name but numbers
stuck onto their collars.
Bandhe hain apne hi banaaye hue deewaron mein
khuli hawa se darte hain log
kabhi to baahar nikle aur dekhe
Ki rooh ko jagaane ke liye
Bas ek diyaa kaafi hota hain.
