apni aadat hai hoye hoye
apni aadat hai sabko salam karna
husan valo se hans ke kalam karna
kya khabar thi ke aap bura magege
kya khabar thi ke aap bura manege

apni aadat hai sabko salam karna
husan valo se has ke kalam karna
kya khabar thi ke aap bura manege
kya khabar thi ke aap bura manege

masahallah surakh chehera
uspe julafe kali kali
masahallah shokh aankhe
tikhi chhit van vaar jaye kaise khili
dekh lijiye muskura ke
baat kijiye pas aake
apni aadat hai sabko salam karna
husan valo se has ke kalam karna
kya khabar thi ke aap bura manege
kya khabar thi ke aap bura manege

pal me shola pal me bijali
koi kaise dil bachaye
pal me shola chaal aisi katilana
har kadam pe jaan jaye
ye sitam hai kya nirala
jisko chaha haye mar dala
apni aadat hai sabko salam karna
husan valo se has ke kalam karna
kya khabar thi ke aap bura manege
kya khabar thi ke aap bura manege

aakhir itni berukhi se
fayada kya sochiye to
aakhir itna humse acha kaun hoga
pyar karke dekhiye to
khil uthegi ye jawani
jhum uthegi zindgani
apni aadat hai sabko salam karna
husan valo se has ke kalam karna
kya khabar thi ke aap bura manege
kya khabar thi ke aap bura manege
apni aadat hai

My way is to hail all I meet,
To greet each soul with a friendly feat.
To speak with smiles to beauty's hold,
Did I know my words would make you cold?
Did I know my words would make you cold?

My way is to hail all I meet,
To greet each soul with a friendly feat.
To speak with smiles to beauty's hold,
Did I know my words would make you cold?
Did I know my words would make you cold?

A face, a moonlit, wondrous grace,
Dark tresses framing beauty's face.
Eyes that sparkle, bold and bright,
A glance, a dart, a fiery light.
Look at me, with smile so free,
Come closer now, and speak to me.
My way is to hail all I meet,
To greet each soul with a friendly feat.
Did I know my words would make you cold?
Did I know my words would make you cold?

A flame one moment, then a spark,
How to guard the heart in dark?
A killer's gait, a cruel command,
At every step, life slips from hand.
What strange torment, this cruel art,
To love, and then to tear apart.
My way is to hail all I meet,
To greet each soul with a friendly feat.
Did I know my words would make you cold?
Did I know my words would make you cold?

What gain in such a cold decree?
Think, and consider, and agree.
Who else could love you more than I?
Try love's embrace, and then you'll sigh.
Youth will bloom, in vibrant hue,
Life will dance, with me and you.
My way is to hail all I meet,
To greet each soul with a friendly feat.
Did I know my words would make you cold?
Did I know my words would make you cold?
My way...