chit chor teri basuriya hume kitna nach nachaye
chit chor teri basuriya hume kitna nach nachaye
khela hai khel albela ho khela hai khel albela
jab dekho pas bulaye kabhi kachi nind jagaye
kabhi adhe kam chudaye kabhi kachi nind jagaye
kabhi adhe kam chudaye khela hai khel albela
ho khela hai khel albela jab dekho pas bulaye

kabhi tose rar hai kabhi tose prit re
tu hi lage dusman tu hi man meet re
kabhi tose rar hai kabhi tose prit re
tu hi lage dusman tu hi man meet re
hamko pagli kah kah ke har koi hasi udaye
hamko pagli kah kah ke har koi hasi udaye
khela hai khel albela ho khela hai khel albela
jab dekho pas bulaye

teri murli me base hamre pran re
taj denge tere piche dunia jahan re
teri murli me base hamre pran re
taj denge tere piche dunia jahan re
kabhi man me kabhi naino me teri suratiya lahraye
kabhi man me kabhi naino me teri suratiya lahraye
khela hai khel albela ho khela hai khel albela
jab dekho pas bulaye

chit chor teri basuriya hume kitna nach nachaye
kabhi kachi nind jagaye kabhi adhe kam chidaye
khela hai khel albela ho khela hai khel albela
jab dekho pas bulaye jab dekho pas bulaye
jab dekho pas bulaye

Soul-thief, your flute, how it makes us dance,
Soul-thief, your flute, how it makes us dance.
Plays a game so strange, oh, plays a game so strange,
Always beckoning near, waking us from sleep,
Halting our half-done deeds, waking us from sleep,
Halting our half-done deeds, plays a game so strange,
Oh, plays a game so strange, always beckoning near.

Sometimes a feud, sometimes a love we feel,
You seem the foe, yet the heart's true appeal.
Sometimes a feud, sometimes a love we feel,
You seem the foe, yet the heart's true appeal.
They call us mad, and laugh at our plight,
They call us mad, and laugh at our plight,
Plays a game so strange, oh, plays a game so strange,
Always beckoning near.

Your flute resides within our very breath,
We'd leave the world behind, embracing death.
Your flute resides within our very breath,
We'd leave the world behind, embracing death.
Your form, it dances in the mind, the eyes,
Your form, it dances in the mind, the eyes,
Plays a game so strange, oh, plays a game so strange,
Always beckoning near.

Soul-thief, your flute, how it makes us dance,
Waking us from sleep, halting our half-done deeds,
Plays a game so strange, oh, plays a game so strange,
Always beckoning near, always beckoning near,
Always beckoning near.