i am is speeking english fully, sahi galat ko maro goli
wearing a sut tanatan, ander wear is fir bhi indian
i am viliyan of old tredition, dish my dear fello is my tasan

dil hai dil hai dil hai
he taki bajawe nache gave
ho rat howe sarik jinake tasan me
apni to bat magar kuch nirali hai
apne to khun me ishk ki laai hai
apna to jina jina tasan me tasan me
tasam me tasan me tasan me tasan me

I speak English, complete and whole,
Let right and wrong lose their hold.
A suit I wear, sleek and new,
But beneath, an Indian hue.
I am the villain of old ways,
My dear companions, my own display.

The heart, it is the heart, it is,
To beat, to dance, to sing, its bliss.
Though night enfolds those in their show,
My own tale, a different flow.
Love's fire burns within my veins,
My life, my living, in my displays,
Displays, in my displays, in my displays,
In my displays.