dhuntara hey dhuntara dhuntara dhuntara
chhote hai par hai kamaal
dhuntara hey dhuntara dhuntara dhuntara
chhip chhip ke karte dhmaal
dhuntara hey dhuntara dhuntara dhuntara

surj hai chacha to chanda hai mama
shaitaniyo ka ghar apna thikana
pairo mein pahiye hai aankho mein jalwe

panga jo le humse chate wo talwe
nanha dil jab bhi sunta kahani
aasma mein wo bharta udan
dhuntara hey dhuntara dhuntara dhuntara

lunch box hota hai mushkil se khali
hath pochhne ko mummy ki saadi
papa ke cell phone pe game apna chalta
car ke bhi action pe song apna chalta

are google bhi apne khyalo se
puchh lete hai hum jo sawal
dhuntara hey dhuntara dhuntara dhuntara
chhote hai par hai kamaal
dhuntara hey dhuntara dhuntara dhuntara

chhip chhip ke karte dhmaal
dhuntara hey dhuntara dhuntara dhuntara
dhuntara hey dhuntara dhuntara dhuntara
dhuntara hey dhuntara dhuntara dhuntara

O little suns, O little suns,
Though small, they weave their wonders.
O little suns, O little suns,
In hiding, they spark and thunder.
O little suns, O little suns.

The sun, an uncle; moon, a kin,
Their haven, where mischief begins.
Wheels on their feet, light in their gaze,
Who dares to cross, will feel the blaze.
When tiny hearts hear tales unfold,
They soar to skies, brave and bold.
O little suns, O little suns.

The lunchbox empties, a slow release,
Mum’s sari, a wipe for peace.
Dad's phone, their game's domain,
The car's action, their song's refrain.
Even Google, in their minds' sway,
Seek answers, come what may.
O little suns, O little suns,
Though small, they weave their wonders.
O little suns, O little suns,
In hiding, they spark and thunder.
O little suns, O little suns.
O little suns, O little suns.
O little suns, O little suns.