ek do fere balam sang tere kahe to mai le lu abhi
haye re sat pure na honge kabhi haye haye haye
ek do fere balam sang tere kahe to mai le lu abhi
haye re sat pure na honge kabhi haye haye haye
ek do fere

sorry sorry very sorry diwane se pad gaya pala
diwana to diwana hai abhi ise nipta ke aayi
ped ke niche fursat se fir bate hongi
abhi mai aayi kisi se na khana jo mai tujhse kahu
likha hai mere hath me kuwari rahu
kisi se na khana jo mai tujhse kahu
likha hai mere hath me kuwari rahu
rekha suhag ki hai tuti hui
kismat janam se hai futi hui
ek do fere balam sang tere kahe to mai le lu abhi
haye re sat pure na honge kabhi haye haye haye
ek do fere

haye bechara pyar ka mara chakkar kab se kaat raha
sukh rahe hai fir bhi pagla hoth juba se chat raha hai
are re re fir aaya tum chup jao chup jao na
waise tere pyar me ye dil to jale
ke widhi ke widhan pe to bas na chale
waise tere pyar me ye dil to jale
ke widhi ke widhan pe to bas na chale
rahu to kab se hai piche pada
ketu bhi aaj mere aage khada
ek do fere balam sang tere kahe to mai le lu abhi
haye re sat pure na honge kabhi haye haye haye
ek do fere

One or two rounds, my love, with you, if you ask, I'd take them now,
Alas, seven won't ever be whole, oh, alas, alas!
One or two rounds, my love, with you, if you ask, I'd take them now,
Alas, seven won't ever be whole, oh, alas, alas!
One or two rounds...

Sorry, sorry, very sorry, I fell for a madman,
He's mad, truly mad, I'll deal with him now,
Beneath the tree, with leisure, then we'll converse,
Don't tell anyone what I tell you now,
It's written in my hand, I'll remain unwed,
Don't tell anyone what I tell you now,
It's written in my hand, I'll remain unwed,
The line of luck, shattered,
Fate, from birth, has been broken.
One or two rounds, my love, with you, if you ask, I'd take them now,
Alas, seven won't ever be whole, oh, alas, alas!
One or two rounds...

Alas, the poor soul, love-struck, circling since when?
Drying up, yet the madman licks his lips from his tongue,
Oh, no, he's come again, hide, hide yourself!
Still, my heart burns in your love,
For destiny's decree, we can't prevail,
Still, my heart burns in your love,
For destiny's decree, we can't prevail,
Rahu, has been following since when,
Ketu stands before me today.
One or two rounds, my love, with you, if you ask, I'd take them now,
Alas, seven won't ever be whole, oh, alas, alas!
One or two rounds...