love is so beautiful thats right
comeon now its you turn
aaj chale ham phir se jeene beete din dobara
ek ek hasi mile to fute khusiypo ka fawaara
aaj karenge ham waisa hi jaisa jab dil bolega
hame dekh kar wapis aake wakt bhi kundi kholega
or sajega aaj raat ko khusiyo ka chobara

we want back the years when we had no fears
love is smoking bears can you hear
as in these baj ingage love those years
and i dont like white for white rock
shades of grey everywhere
its right dude its cilled we want back the years
when we had no fears thats right brother

dil ke tuk de jodenge ham todenge sannata bhi
todenge sannata bhi
nikalenge ya uglenge ham gali me apna kanta bhi
aaj dikhegi phir se yaaro ek hath ki tali bhi
ek hath ki tali bhi
das hatho se muh ko bharti ek akeli thali bhi
ek bhali si thali jaise waisa pyar hamara

yaad krenge canteen ke chai samose chhole
khati mithi chatni khake jee bhare hichkole
kangali ho jeb me muh se ayyasi hi khan khan bole
band hue na ab tak hamne khate the jo kab se khole
are naam jo ata rupaye ka to muh par bajata barah
jyot se jyot jalati sigret dhue ke badal jalate
pyar ka fanda roj naya ham ek duje ko sikhlate
aaj mar mite rubi par to kal geeta par mar jate
physical hone ki chemistry dhund dhund kar mar jate
phir ham ram jate the ram me tab girta tha para
i want back those years

Life's a canvas, breathtakingly so, you see,
Now it's your turn to paint eternity.
Today we journey, tracing days of old,
Each laugh a fountain, stories to be told.
We'll act as then, when hearts first took flight,
Time itself will knock, and open wide the night.
Tonight, joy will crown our joyful hall.

We won't reclaim the years where fears did cease,
Love's a smoldering ember, can you feel the peace?
In these bazaars, love echoes through the years,
I loathe the white, for grey the landscape steers.
Shades of grey encompass, everywhere you see,
It's chilled, we won't reclaim the years that used to be.

We'll mend the heart's fractured pieces, break the silence's hold,
Break the silence's hold.
We'll swallow, or we'll spit, the thorns within our fold.
Friends, today we'll see a single hand applaud,
A single hand applaud.
A solitary plate, ten hands its hunger draw,
A brimming plate, like love's unending law.

We'll recall the canteen's tea, the samosas, chole,
With sweet and sour chutney, memories that stroll.
Though pockets were empty, extravagance would roll,
The name that came of money, twelve would ring the soul.
From light to light, the cigarettes burn,
Love's snare, a fresh lesson, each one learn.
Today we'd die for Ruby, tomorrow for Gita's embrace,
Seeking physicality's chemistry, we'd chase.
Then we'd find solace in rum, as the fever takes place,
I want the years back, to this very day.