chhote chhote tamashe jaise pani batashe
hathon se na jane de
haule haule jharokhe chal khole khushi ke
thodi hawa to aane de
dabe dabe paaon zara chale aao
ye pal milenge kahan
ye zindagi hai aur kya
ik chutkula hans de zara
khafa khafa kyun hai tu
chhote chhote tamashe jaise pani batashe
hathon se na jane de
haule haule jharokhe chal khole khushi ke
thodi hawa to aane de

thodi thodi jora jori
thodi thodi chori shori kar le
bholi bhali pyari pyari
yaade saari jholi me aa bhar le
thodi thodi jora jori
thodi thodi chori shori kar le
bholi bhali pyari pyari
yaade sari jholi me aa bhar le
ye zindagi hai aur kya
ik chutkula hans de zara
khafa khafa kyun hai tu
chhote chhote tamashe jaise pani batashe
hathon se na jane de
haule haule jharokhe chal khole khushi ke
thodi hawa to aane de, ra ta ta ta

khatte meethe aamon jaise
pedon se aa lamhe sare tode
resha resha dhaga dhaga
dilon ki ye moti mala jode
khatte meethe aamon jaise
pedon se aa lamhe saare tode
resha resha dhaga dhaga
dilon ki ye moti mala jode
ye zindagi hai aur kya
ik chutkula hans de zara
khafa khafa kyun hai tu
chhote chhote tamashe jaise pani batashe
hathon se naa jane de
haule haule jharokhe chal khole khushi ke
thodi hawa to aane de, ra ta ta ta

Like fleeting bubbles, water's whispers,
Let them not slip through your hand.
Gently now, the windows of joy, open,
Let a little breeze expand.

Softly, softly, come closer,
Where else shall these moments be found?
What is life but this, but this?
A tiny joke, a laughter's sound.
Why are you angered, why so cross?
Like fleeting bubbles, water's whispers,
Let them not slip through your hand.
Gently now, the windows of joy, open,
Let a little breeze expand.

A little bit of playful wrestling,
A little theft of whispered dreams,
Innocent, sweet, so precious,
Gather all the memories' gleams.
A little theft of whispered dreams,
Innocent, sweet, so precious,
Gather all the memories' gleams.
Where else shall these moments be found?
What is life but this, but this?
A tiny joke, a laughter's sound.
Why are you angered, why so cross?
Like fleeting bubbles, water's whispers,
Let them not slip through your hand.
Gently now, the windows of joy, open,
Let a little breeze expand, r t t t

Like mangoes, sweet and sour,
From trees of time, pluck these moments now,
Thread by thread, a silken cord,
Stringing pearls upon the brow.
Like mangoes, sweet and sour,
From trees of time, pluck these moments now,
Thread by thread, a silken cord,
Stringing pearls upon the brow.
What is life but this, but this?
A tiny joke, a laughter's sound.
Why are you angered, why so cross?
Like fleeting bubbles, water's whispers,
Let them not slip through your hand.
Gently now, the windows of joy, open,
Let a little breeze expand, r t t t