dil ne tumko chun liya hai, tum bhi isko chuno na
khwab koyi dekhta hai, tum bhi sapne buno na
dil ne tumko chun liya hai, tum bhi isko chuno na
khwab koyi dekhta hai, tum bhi sapne buno na
dil yeh mera tumse kuchh keh raha hai, suno na
dil yeh mera tumse kuchh keh raha hai, suno na
dil ne tumko chun liya hai, tum bhi isko chuno na
khwab koyi dekhta hai, tum bhi sapne buno na
dil yeh mera tumse kuchh keh raha hai, suno na
dil yeh mera tumse kuchh keh raha hai, suno na

dur ho kar bhi dur tum nahi ho
paas ho lekin pas kyon nahi ho
dur ho kar bhi dur tum nahi ho
paas ho lekin pas kyon nahi ho
tanha-tanha sama mehki-mehki hawa
keh raha hai jahan jo suno na
dil ne tumko chun liya hai, tum bhi isko chuno na
khwab koyi dekhta hai, tum bhi sapne buno na
dil yeh mera tumse kuchh keh raha hai, suno na
dil yeh mera tumse kuchh keh raha hai, suno na

dekh lo mausam kitna suhana hai
pyar karne ka yeh koi bahana hai
dekh lo mausam kitna suhana hai
pyar karne ka yeh koi bahana hai
muskurati fija, gungunati hawa
keh raha hai jahan jo suno na
dil ne tumko chun liya hai, tum bhi isko chuno na
khwab koyi dekhta hai, tum bhi sapne buno na
dil yeh mera tumse kuchh keh raha hai, suno na
dil yeh mera tumse kuchh keh raha hai, suno na
suno na

My heart has chosen you, now choose it too,
A dream takes shape, weave your own anew.
My heart has chosen you, now choose it too,
A dream takes shape, weave your own anew.
My heart to you, a whisper soft and low,
Listen close, to what my feelings show.
My heart has chosen you, now choose it too,
A dream takes shape, weave your own anew.
My heart to you, a whisper soft and low,
Listen close, to what my feelings show.

Though distant, you are never truly gone,
So near, yet why does nearness seem withdrawn?
Though distant, you are never truly gone,
So near, yet why does nearness seem withdrawn?
Lonely the space, the scented breeze does blow,
The world speaks out, the silent truths to know.
My heart has chosen you, now choose it too,
A dream takes shape, weave your own anew.
My heart to you, a whisper soft and low,
Listen close, to what my feelings show.

Behold the season, how it sings and sighs,
A sweet pretext for love that never dies.
Behold the season, how it sings and sighs,
A sweet pretext for love that never dies.
The smiling air, the humming wind's soft grace,
The world speaks out, in this enchanted space.
My heart has chosen you, now choose it too,
A dream takes shape, weave your own anew.
My heart to you, a whisper soft and low,
Listen close, to what my feelings show.
Listen...