bago me phulo ki bahaar aayi
leke jawaani ki khumaar aayi
mithi chubhan si halki jalan si
naajuk badan me hui haay re
la la la la la la
bago me phulo ki bahaar aayi
leke jawaani ki khumaar aayi
mithi chubhan si halki jalan si
naajuk badan me hui haay re

dhimi si khushbu ho ho
barsaati har phul ho ho
kisaki nigaahon me armaano ki har kali
hui hui
dil ki bahaare ye hi pukaare
naajuk ye jaan yun phul ban kar khili
jahbi to kahati hun main
bago me phulo ki bahaar aayi
leke jawaani ki khumaar aayi
mithi chubhan si halki jalan si
naajuk badan me hui haay re

baalo se khele ho ho
baalo se khele ho ho
paani ki bechain betaab mauje bane
walle walle
sharmaai gori ghabraai gori
halki si jaano pe haay koi bas na chale
jabhi to kahati hun main
bago me phulo ki bahaar aayi
leke jawaani ki khumaar aayi
mithi chubhan si halki jalan si
naajuk badan me hui haay re

aayi jawaani ho ho
hai ye diwaani ho ho
achche bhale dil ko bhakaayegi dekhana
hui hui
logo ki aankhe, dilo me jhaanke
aisi nigaahon ko takraayegi dekhana
jabhi to kahati hun main
bago me phulo ki bahaar aayi
leke jawaani ki khumaar aayi
mithi chubhan si halki jalan si
naajuk badan me hui haay re

In gardens, blooms unfurl and sway,
Youth's intoxicating haze holds sway.
A tender sting, a gentle fire,
Within the delicate frame, desire.
La la la la la la
In gardens, blooms unfurl and sway,
Youth's intoxicating haze holds sway.
A tender sting, a gentle fire,
Within the delicate frame, desire.

A whisper of scent, so fine,
Each flower drenched in the rain's design.
Whose gaze now kindles fervent dreams,
Where every bud, it softly gleams?
The heart's own spring, it softly calls,
A fragile life, as a blossom falls.
And so I sing,
In gardens, blooms unfurl and sway,
Youth's intoxicating haze holds sway.
A tender sting, a gentle fire,
Within the delicate frame, desire.

From tresses, play, oh play,
From tresses, play, oh play,
Restless waves of water rise and fall,
Walla Walla
The fair one blushes, fear takes hold,
On tender souls, no control at all.
And so I sing,
In gardens, blooms unfurl and sway,
Youth's intoxicating haze holds sway.
A tender sting, a gentle fire,
Within the delicate frame, desire.

Now youth has come, oh come,
Now madness has begun,
It will bewitch the purest heart,
The eyes of all, will search and start,
Such gazes will collide and meet,
Watch as the eager pulses beat.
And so I sing,
In gardens, blooms unfurl and sway,
Youth's intoxicating haze holds sway.
A tender sting, a gentle fire,
Within the delicate frame, desire.