We loot someone, someone loots us
Someone loots on on the hospital's doors
Someone loots for the name of education in the schools
Someone loots in the government departments
Some one loots on the door of a lawyer
In this play of plundering dear friends
We climb up the descent of progress
Briberies, influence and cheating
is our religion and faith, dear friends
Progress zindabad progress zindabad
It is the bitter truth of today