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| Zinda hai toh pyala poora bhar le | If you're alive then fill your glass up to the brim |
| Kancha phoote choora kaanch kar le | If the glass breaks, then turn the pieces into another glass |
| Zindagi ka yeh ghada le | Take this pot of life |
| Ek saans mein chadha le | And drink it all up in one breath |
| Hichkiyon mein kya hai marna | Why should we die with hiccups |
| Poora mar le | It's better to die completely |
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| Koyla kaala hai | The colour of coal is black |
| Chattanon ne paala hai | It's raised by mountains |
| Andar kaala, baahar kaala | It's black from inside and outside |
| Par sacha hai saala | But still it's real |
| Koyla kaala hai | The colour of coal is black |
| Chattanon ne paala hai | It's raised by mountains |
| Andar kaala, baahar kaala | It's black from inside and outside |
| Par sacha hai saala | But still it's real |
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| Zinda hai toh pyala poora bhar le | If you're alive then fill your glass up to the brim |
| Kancha phoote choora kaanch kar le | If the glass breaks, then turn the pieces into another glass |
| Kancha phoote choora kaanch kar le | If the glass breaks, then turn the pieces into another glass |
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| Uljhe kyun pairon mein yeh khwaab | Why are your dreams stuck in your feet |
| Kadmon se resham kheench de | Release them like silk from your feet |
| Peeche kuch na aage ka hisaab | Don't think about your past or the future |
| Is pal ki kyaari seench de | Live in your present |
| Aag zubaan pe rakh de | Keep a flame burning on your lips |
| Phir chhot ke honth bhi gayenge | Then even your burning lips will sing |
| Ghaav gungunayenge | Your wounds will hymn |
| Tere dard geet ban jayenge | Your pains will turn into songs |
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| Zinda hai toh pyala poora bhar le | If you're alive then fill your glass up to the brim |
| Kancha phoote choora kaanch kar le | If the glass breaks, then turn the pieces into another glass |
| Zindagi ka yeh ghada le | Take this pot of life |
| Ek saans mein chadha le | And drink it all up in one breath |
| Hichkiyon mein kya hai marna | Why should we die with hiccups |
| Poora mar le | It's better to die completely |
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| Koyla kaala hai | The colour of coal is black |
| Chattanon ne paala hai | It's raised by mountains |
| Andar kaala, baahar kaala | It's black from inside and outside |
| Par sacha hai saala | But still it's real |
| Koyla kaala hai | The colour of coal is black |
| Chattanon ne paala hai | It's raised by mountains |
| Andar kaala, baahar kaala | It's black from inside and outside |
| Par sacha hai saala | But still it's real |
| Koyla kaala hai | The colour of coal is black |
| Chattanon ne paala hai | It's raised by mountains |
| Andar kaala, baahar kaala | It's black from inside and outside |
| Par sacha hai saala | But still it's real |
| Koyla kaala hai | The colour of coal is black |
| Chattanon ne paala hai | It's raised by mountains |
| Andar kaala, baahar kaala | It's black from inside and outside |
| Par sacha hai saala | But still it's real |
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| Zinda! | Alive! |
