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From the village lane to the city crowd
From the sunrise fields to the traffic loud
We talk with our hands
We laugh out proud
Same sky
Same song in a billion sounds
Spice on our tongue
Stories in our eyes
Cricket in the street under evening skies
Grandma’s old tales
Kids chasing kites
Old and young dreams in the same bright light
We carry the colors in our blood
In our name
So many faces
Still a single flame
Different gods
Different words we pray
Still our hearts beat the same old way
We carry the colors when we stumble
When we stand
From mountain snow to the desert sand
Side by side through the joy and the pain
We are Indians
Say it again
Train roof rides
Chai at the stall
Wedding drums echo down the wall
Argue over tea
Love through it all
We rise
We fall
But we still stand tall
Languages change every hundred miles
But a nod
One smile
That travels wide
We fight
We forgive
We bend
We sway
A little more hope every hungry day
We carry the colors in our blood
In our name
So many faces
Still a single flame
Different gods
Different words we pray
Still our hearts beat the same old way
We carry the colors when we stumble
When we stand
From mountain snow to the desert sand
Side by side through the joy and the pain
We are Indians
Say it again (say it again)
Hand in hand
Through the flood
Through the fire (hey!)
Every broken road just pulls us tighter
Name your state
Your town
Your lane
It’s all one story
Just different frames
We carry the colors in our blood
In our name
So many faces
Still a single flame
Different gods
Different words we pray
Still our hearts beat the same old way
We carry the colors when we stumble
When we stand
From mountain snow to the desert sand
Side by side through the joy and the pain
We are Indians
We are Indians
Say it again (oh yeah)
