bhukha panchhi kyu chugta hai ek ek dana
koi samjhe pagal, koi samjhe diwana
koi samjhe pagal, koi samjhe diwana
tadap tadap jalta hai shama ke sang parwana
koi samjhe pagal, koi samjhe diwana
koi samjhe pagal, koi samjhe diwana

mausam badle to mann badle, badla lage nazara
badle badle armaan ka hota hai ek ishara
mausam badle to mann badle, badla lage nazara
badle badle armaan ka hota hai ek ishara
koyle me hi milta hai heere ka thikana
koi samjhe pagal, koi samjhe diwana
koi samjhe pagal, koi samjhe diwana

khil ke kamal ki jad me hai ji bhawro ka lalchaye
koi paake jashan kare, koi chaah liye mandraye
khil ke kamal ki jad me hai ji bhawro ka lalchaye
koi paake jashan kare, koi chaah liye mandraye
pyaasa bich samundar me dub ke mar jana
koi samjhe pagal, koi samjhe diwana
koi samjhe pagal, koi samjhe diwana

raat me chand ke sath hai taare, din me suraj tanha
raat ho chahe din ho, rahe har dam sa ek lamha
raat me chand ke sath hai taare, din me suraj tanha
raat ho chahe din ho, rahe har dam sa ek lamha
jale jo dharti ambar pe badal ka chhana
koi samjhe pagal, koi samjhe diwana
koi samjhe pagal, koi samjhe diwana

bhukha panchhi kyu chugta hai ek ek dana
koi samjhe pagal, koi samjhe diwana
koi samjhe pagal, koi samjhe diwana
tadap tadap jalta hai shama ke sang parwana
koi samjhe pagal, koi samjhe diwana
koi samjhe pagal, koi samjhe diwana

Why does the hungry bird peck grain by grain?
Some call it mad, some call it insane.
Some call it mad, some call it insane.
The moth burns, yearning, with the flame,
Some call it mad, some call it insane.
Some call it mad, some call it insane.

Seasons shift, the heart transforms, landscapes rearrange,
A whisper of desire, a changing exchange.
Seasons shift, the heart transforms, landscapes rearrange,
A whisper of desire, a changing exchange.
The diamond's home, within the coal's domain,
Some call it mad, some call it insane.
Some call it mad, some call it insane.

The lotus root, a feast for the bee,
Some celebrate the prize, others yearn to be.
The lotus root, a feast for the bee,
Some celebrate the prize, others yearn to be.
Drowning in the ocean, thirsty still, you see,
Some call it mad, some call it insane.
Some call it mad, some call it insane.

Stars with the moon, at night they reside,
The sun alone, in the day’s wide tide.
Stars with the moon, at night they reside,
The sun alone, in the day’s wide tide.
The clouds descend, the heavens ignite,
Some call it mad, some call it insane.
Some call it mad, some call it insane.

Why does the hungry bird peck grain by grain?
Some call it mad, some call it insane.
Some call it mad, some call it insane.
The moth burns, yearning, with the flame,
Some call it mad, some call it insane.
Some call it mad, some call it insane.