oy chali chali kaisi hawa ye chali
oy chali chali kaisi hawa ye chali
ke bhanvare pe marane lagi hai kali
ke bhanvare pe marane lagi hai kali
oy jali jali kaliyo ki kismat jali
oy jali jali kaliyo ki kismat jali
ke lagati hai bhanvaro ki surat bhali
ke lagati hai bhanvaro ki surat bhali

muh se inkar jo ye karate hai
saf jahir hai hum pe marate hai
muh se inkar jo ye karate hai
saf jahir hai hum pe marate hai
raaz chhupata nahi chhupane se
aur machalega dil dabane se aa aa
agar machlega ye dil to, hume samjhana aata hai
agar machlega ye dil to, hume samjhana aata hai
ke iss bhule huye ko rah par bhi lana ata hai
oy chali chali kaisi hawa ye chali
oy chali chali kaisi hawa ye chali
ke bhanvare pe marane lagi hai kali
ke bhanvare pe marane lagi hai kali
oy jali jali kaliyo ki kismat jali
oy jali jali kaliyo ki kismat jali
ke lagati hai bhanvaro ki surat bhali
ke lagati hai bhanvaro ki surat bhali

dil lagane ko khel kehte ho
kis jaha mein hujur rehte ho
dil lagane ko khel kehte ho
kis jaha mein hujur rehte ho
ishq ki baat aur hoti hai
dil tadapta hai ankh roti hai o o o
samajhate ho hume kya hum nahi hai ronewalo mein
samajhate ho hume kya hum nahi hai ronewalo mein
kisi se pyar karke hum to hai khush honewalo mein
oy jali jali kaliyo ki kismat jali
oy jali jali kaliyo ki kismat jali
ke lagti hai bhanvaro ki surat bhali
ke lagti hai bhanvaro ki surat bhali
oy chali chali kaisi hawa ye chali
oy chali chali kaisi hawa ye chali
ke bhanvare pe marne lagi hai kali
ke bhanvare pe marne lagi hai kali

humne katil tumhe banaya hai
ishq ka rasta dikhaya hai
humne katil tumhe banaya hai
ishq ka rasta dikhaya hai
tum mohabbat hume sikhate ho
aur ankhe hume dikhate ho aa aa aa
mohabbat ho agar sachchi juban khamosh rehti hai
mohabbat ho agar sachchi juban khamosh rehti hai
ye hai woh shamma jo khauns rufosh rehti hai
oy chali chali kaisi hawa ye chali
oy chali chali kaisi hawa ye chali
ke bhanvare pe marne lagi hai kali
ke bhanvare pe marne lagi hai kali

A wind, it blows, a whispering breeze,
A wind, it blows, through swaying trees.
The bud now yearns for the buzzing bee,
The bud now yearns, eternally.
The petals burn, a fiery plight,
The petals burn, consumed by light.
The bee's sweet face, a favored sight,
The bee's sweet face, burns ever bright.

Though words deny, a hidden plea,
Their hearts reveal, they long for me.
Though words deny, a veiled despair,
Their hearts are mine, beyond compare.
Secrets hide, but cannot stay,
Suppressed desires, will find their way.
If hearts should leap, a tempest's call,
We know the way, to mend them all.
If hearts should leap, a tempest's call,
We know the way, to save them all.
A wind, it blows, a whispering breeze,
A wind, it blows, through swaying trees.
The bud now yearns for the buzzing bee,
The bud now yearns, eternally.
The petals burn, a fiery plight,
The petals burn, consumed by light.
The bee's sweet face, a favored sight,
The bee's sweet face, burns ever bright.

To love, a game, you claim it is,
In what strange world do you now live?
To love, a game, you claim it is,
In what strange world, this hidden bliss?
Love's language speaks in different ways,
A heart that aches, in tear-filled haze.
Do you think we, are those who weep?
Do you think we, in sorrow sleep?
No, we are blessed, by love's sweet grace,
In love's embrace, we find our place.
The petals burn, a fiery plight,
The petals burn, consumed by light.
The bee's sweet face, a favored sight,
The bee's sweet face, burns ever bright.
A wind, it blows, a whispering breeze,
A wind, it blows, through swaying trees.
The bud now yearns for the buzzing bee,
The bud now yearns, eternally.

You made us killers, with a touch,
Showed us the path, we desired so much.
You made us killers, with a touch,
Showed us the path, we yearned for much.
You teach of love, then turn away,
With eyes that judge, and hearts astray.
True love conceals, in silent art,
True love conceals, within the heart.
A flame of love, in shadows sleeps,
A flame of love, the silent keeps.
A wind, it blows, a whispering breeze,
A wind, it blows, through swaying trees.
The bud now yearns for the buzzing bee,
The bud now yearns, eternally.