Waqt [Dutch translation]

This is how the story goes, in and out.

One minute you’re there,

the next, time runs out.

It’s a figure of speech,

as a matter of fact.

Did you ever really think

about the time you had?

It’s the brain that crawls,

every second that crawls,

to the minute, to the hour,

‘till infinity recalls.

It’s a barricade of twigs,

that’s really never there.

Did you ever really think

that time even cares?

Ek ehsaas hai,

ke socha na tha.

Waqt dhalta raha,

main chalta raha.

Andheron mein bhi,

ek roshni thi.

Us roshni mein,

ghar jalta raha.

To dil mera roye to kya?

Waqt iradon ko toṛe to kya?

Manzil ko apni payenge ham!

Waqt ko apna banayenge ham!

Ho, ho, ho,

ho, ho, ho,

ho, ho, hoho!

Jo chahoon woh ho!

Ho, ho, ho,

ho, ho, ho,

ho, ho…, ho!

Here’s a little something

that you really can think about:

the time that got left

and the time that ran out,

keeping in mind what is left behind,

my sanity, my soul,

brought down to a fine line.

The pain, the shame,

too late to quit this game.

I can never change,

‘cause I’m one of a kind.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t decide,

‘cause I never really had

time on my side!

Girta raha,

sambhalta raha.

Is khamoshi mein,

main marta raha.

Umeedon ke main saye tale,

khwabon ko tarasta raha.

To dil mera roye to kya?

Waqt iradon ko toṛe to kya?

Manzil ko apni payenge ham!

Waqt ko apna banayenge ham!

Is dhool ke khumaar se,

nashe main rahe.

Gire jin diyon pe.

Parde jale na bujhe!

Ho, ho, ho,

ho, ho, ho,

ho, ho, hoho!

Jo chahoon woh ho!

Ho, ho, ho,

ho, ho, ho,

ho, ho…, ho!

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Main chahoon woh ho!