chanda chandani me jab chamke
kya ho aa mile jo koi cham se
socho puchte ho kya hamse
chanda chandani me jab chamke
kya ho aa mile jo koi cham se
socho puchte ho kya hamse

pahle to machlengi dhire dhire mil ke nigahe
pahle to machlengi dhire dhire mil ke nigahe
dil ki bate dil wala hi samjhe
dil ki bate dil wala hi samjhe
chanda chandani me jab chamke
kya ho aa mile jo koi cham se
socho puchte ho kya hamse

khili khili chandani me sunenge hawao ke tarane
khili khili chandani me sunenge hawao ke tarane
kabhi chup rahenge to kabhi kuch kahenge diwane
kabhi chup rahenge to kabhi kuch kahenge diwane
dil ki bate dil wala hi samjhe
dil ki bate dil wala hi samjhe
chanda chandani me jab chamke
kya ho aa mile jo koi cham se
socho puchte ho kya hamse

khuli khuli aankho se bhi honge
matwale soye soye
khuli khuli aankho se bhi honge
matwale soye soye
dur khade honge sapno me kahi khoye hue
dur khade honge sapno me kahi khoye hue
dil ki bate dil wala hi samjhe
dil ki bate dil wala hi samjhe
chanda chandani me jab chamke
kya ho aa mile jo koi cham se
socho puchte ho kya hamse

chanda chandani me jab chamke
kya ho aa mile jo koi cham se
socho puchte ho kya hamse

When moonlight spills its silver kiss,
And chance encounters bloom with bliss,
You ask what follows, steeped in this?
When moonlight spills its silver kiss,
And chance encounters bloom with bliss,
You ask what follows, steeped in this?

First, eyes will dance, a slow embrace,
First, eyes will dance, a slow embrace,
The heart's own language, time cannot erase,
The heart's own language, time cannot erase,
When moonlight spills its silver kiss,
And chance encounters bloom with bliss,
You ask what follows, steeped in this?

Beneath the moon, where breezes play,
Beneath the moon, where breezes play,
We'll hear the whispers of the day,
We'll hear the whispers of the day,
Sometimes in silence, sometimes we'll speak,
Sometimes in silence, sometimes we'll speak,
The heart's own language, secrets keep,
The heart's own language, secrets keep,
When moonlight spills its silver kiss,
And chance encounters bloom with bliss,
You ask what follows, steeped in this?

Awake and yet in slumber deep,
Awake and yet in slumber deep,
Lost in reverie, where dreamers sleep,
Lost in reverie, where dreamers sleep,
The heart's own language, buried in the keep,
The heart's own language, buried in the keep,
When moonlight spills its silver kiss,
And chance encounters bloom with bliss,
You ask what follows, steeped in this?

When moonlight spills its silver kiss,
And chance encounters bloom with bliss,
You ask what follows, steeped in this?