chand tare jeb me hai
chhoti chhoti muthiyo me band hai
khusiya chhoti si dunia
ham hai dilo ke sahjade
chand tare jeb me hai

chhote chhote sapne chhote chhote arma
chhoti chhoti ashaye hai
chhote chhote sapne chhote chhote arma
chhoti chhoti aashaye hai
panchhi banke udate rahte hai
chand tare jeb me hai
chhoti chhoti muthiyo me band hai
khusiya chhoti si dunia
ham hai dilo ke sahjade
chand tare jeb me hai

ho titli ke paro pe jhilmil si ye kirne
jeewan ke rang likh jati hai
ho titli ke paro pe jhilmil si ye kirne
jeewan ke rang likh jati hai
ham to inko chunte rahte hai
chand tare jeb me hai
chhoti chhoti muthiyo me band hai
khusiya chhoti si dunia
ham hai dilo ke sahjade
na na na nan nana na na nan na

The moon and stars, they dwell in pockets deep,
Held fast within the grasp of tiny hands.
A world of joy, a cosmos we can keep,
We are the princes of these loving lands.
The moon and stars, they dwell in pockets deep.

Small dreams we hold, desires whispered low,
And hopes that blossom, fragile yet so bright.
Small dreams we hold, desires whispered so,
And hopes that dance within the fading light.
Like birds we soar, where winds of freedom blow,
The moon and stars, they dwell in pockets deep,
Held fast within the grasp of tiny hands.
A world of joy, a cosmos we can keep,
We are the princes of these loving lands.
The moon and stars, they dwell in pockets deep.

Upon a butterfly's wing, a shimmering ray,
Paints colors bright across the canvas wide.
Upon a butterfly's wing, a shimmering ray,
Paints hues of life within our hearts to reside.
And we, we gather them along the way,
The moon and stars, they dwell in pockets deep,
Held fast within the grasp of tiny hands.
A world of joy, a cosmos we can keep,
We are the princes of these loving lands.
The moon and stars, they dwell in pockets deep.