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Millions people are living in this city
There is no home for me what a great pity!
There is no home for me, my dear
There is no home for me

You see many people are wandering
To hide their heads for sheltering
There is no chance for them to get home, my dear
There is no chance for them to get home

Still we shall have to live on fare
Under the dominant landlady's fear
You will have to adopt her rule, my dear
You will have to adopt her rule

We have no permission for speaking aloud
Though their ears burst with thundering cloud
Only we are sting their ears, my dear
Only we are sting their ears

On the roof, if our children play
Complaint reaches at home sans delay
Where shall play our children? my dear
Where shall play our children?

They consider us as insect of dirt
Each member of family is given to flirt
We are rolling stone for them, my dear
We are rolling stone for them

In the eyes of landlord tenants mean
Creatures Humble, servile and lean
What respect here we have, my dear
What respect here we have

No hesitation to get eating stuff
Consider himself right; to make us bluff
Dual policy we couldn’t understand, my dear
Dual policy we couldn’t understand

To increase fair on each calendar year
Calling politely with the words,”Nawaz dear”
Only increased two hundred, my dear
Only increased two hundred

We were also owners of the land
Some like here and others Poland
Like them were also ours servant there, my dear
Like them were also ours servant there

Native land remembrance appeased me
Again and again calling to mind me
There is no mine that opens my heart, my dear
There is no mine that opens my heart

Only hope to God a piece of land
Where made our home even if of sand?
So that we live happily there, my dear
So that we live happily there