Bazaar mein, main baithi

Yeh chehron ka hai samandar

Mere gale ki tayari hogai

Huzoor kya sunaoon, kahiye

We paint up our hands put rings in our noses

Brown paintings with the water of roses

The naatoda dance infuses our poses

Red in the part of your hair, she's moses

Fill up the place with bangles of gold

Ring all their necks with the sound of your soul

Gulukara

Kingdom be free we take up our thrones

Mothers give birth to the goddesses mold

Gulukara

Straighten your back keep your eye on the gold

Wipe up those tears, step into your role

Gar meri mosiqi pasand nahi tho

Bechne ke liye kuch aur laungi

Mera ek hi maqsad hai

Ladai karoongi is duniya se

Awaaz se, qanoon tere, dheere dheere toroo

I walk down the road with the songs of the past

Lessons so cold but they don't ever really last

She makes them all tea her labor is free

They step on her spine and feed off her fast

Nose to the ground head bowing down

weeps through the night but you won't hear a sound

Yeh mehfil hai meri gadar

Main tumhe rulaoon

Love isn't free in her moral grounds

All that he needs is 'uh' and pound

Bazaar mein, main bathi

Run your sharp nail down the slant of his back

Hazaar auratein, mujhmein rehti

Your kiss is so sweet it's a silent attack

Keep them enthralled while you rack up your stacks

Keep making history and rewrite these facts, bitch we write these facts

So women please stop and listen to me, your body is pure, and that he can see

The world is of creed so charge a good fee cause the more that we make, the more we'll be free