Did not think I loved my country
Till I saw it being taken apart
Bit by bit, piece by piece
One day at a time
“Skin him alive, I think he spoke ill of the cow”
“Spare him not, he condemned our great leader”
“Burn him alive, the sympathizer of pariahs”
“Does she not know her place?”
I should be scared
Might be, when it comes to
With the pen as my sword
And an iron pipe to boot
I’ll go fighting
Inquilab zindabad
Inquilab zinda good
We all have something to say
We all have something to do
By the by
By any chance
Basanti ko dekha kya?
Rangi nahin ab tak
Till I saw it being taken apart
Bit by bit, piece by piece
One day at a time
“Skin him alive, I think he spoke ill of the cow”
“Spare him not, he condemned our great leader”
“Burn him alive, the sympathizer of pariahs”
“Does she not know her place?”
I should be scared
Might be, when it comes to
With the pen as my sword
And an iron pipe to boot
I’ll go fighting
Inquilab zindabad
Inquilab zinda good
We all have something to say
We all have something to do
By the by
By any chance
Basanti ko dekha kya?
Rangi nahin ab tak
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