apna ghar hai swarg se sundar apna ghar hai swarg se sundar
arey swarg me kaha se aaye mchhar
haye ye mchhar swarg me kaha se aaye mchhar
arey mchhar bhi aashiq hai
tum par kya karu, haye mai kya karu
haye mai kya karu, haye mai kya karu
apna ghar hai swarg se sundar
par kat raha hai mujhko bistar achha
ye bistar, kaat raha hai mujhko bistar
arey bistar bhi aashiq hai
tum par kya karu, haye mai kya karu
haye mai kya karu, haye mai kya karu
apna ghar hai swarg se sundar

shadi se pehle ki rate bhul gaye tum sari bate
shadi se pehle ki rate bhul gaye tum sari bate
arey, nayi mohabbat nayi jawani arey nayi mohabbat, nayi jawani
ho gayi ab har chij purani ho gayi ab har chij purani
yaad wo din aate hai aksar kya karu
haye mai kya karu, haye mai kya karu
haye mai kya karu apna ghar hai swarg se sundar

pyar me ye gusa achha hai par bich me ye tkiya kyu rkha hai
pyar me ye gusa achha hai par bich me ye tkiya kyu rkha hai
bat hai lambi rat hai thodi kisne bnayi thi ye jodi
mai hu shisha tum ho pathar kya karu
haye mai kya karu, haye mai kya karu
haye mai kya karu, apna ghar hai swarg se sundar

jo hota hai wo hone do jo hota hai wo hone do
mujhko thoda sa sone do ghar aate hi aa gayi nindiya
kahe lgayi maine bindiya ghar aate hi aa gayi nindiya
kahe lgayi maine bindiya
baithi rah gayi mai sajdaj kar kya karu
haye mai kya karu, haye mai kya karu
haye mai kya karu, haye mai kya karu
apna ghar hai swarg se sundar
swarg me kaha se aaye mchhar ye mchhar
swarg me kaha se aaye mchhar
arey mchhar bhi aashiq hai
tum par kya karu, haye mai kya karu
haye mai kya karu, haye mai kya karu
apna ghar hai swarg se sundar

Our home, more fair than paradise, our home.
Yet, in Eden, where do mosquitos roam?
Alas, these pests! In Eden, where do they reside?
Even mosquitos, by love, are now tied.
What can I do, oh what can I start?
Oh, what can I do, with this breaking heart?
Our home, more fair than paradise it seems,
But the bed, it bites, and tears at my dreams.
This bed, it bites, and tears at my core,
The bed itself, is in love and wants more!
What can I do, oh what can I start?
Oh, what can I do, with this breaking heart?
Our home, more fair than paradise.

Those nights of old, before the wedding vow,
Forgotten now, lost somehow.
New loves arise, and youth takes flight,
And everything else feels old tonight.
Those days of longing, often they return,
What can I do, my spirit yearns?
Oh, what can I do, with this breaking heart?
Our home, more fair than paradise apart.

This anger in love, is a sweet refrain,
But why this pillow, a barrier in pain?
The story is long, the night is brief,
Who wove this bond, this joy, this grief?
I am the glass, and you are the stone,
What can I do, and left alone?
Oh, what can I do, with this breaking heart?
Our home, more fair than paradise apart.

Let what must be, now take its hold,
Let me just sleep, as stories unfold.
Sleep descends, as I enter the door,
Why did I adorn, with jewels galore?
Sleep descends, as I enter the door,
Why did I adorn, with jewels and more?
Sitting here now, dressed and so grand,
What can I do, with this heart at hand?
Oh, what can I do, oh what can I start?
Oh, what can I do, with this breaking heart?
Our home, more fair than paradise apart.
In Eden, where do mosquitos reside?
Alas, these pests! In Eden, where do they hide?
Even mosquitos, by love, now tied.
What can I do, oh what can I start?
Oh, what can I do, with this breaking heart?
Our home, more fair than paradise.