he english gana russi gana gane upar gana
english gana russi gana gane upar gana
ladki dekh ke siti mare ladka hai diwana

ladki diwani machalne lagi hai
ladki diwani machalne lagi hai
badh chad ke bate dekho karne lagi hai
ladki diwani machalne lagi hai
badh chad ke bate dekho karne lagi hai

aaj kal ke in ladko ka kam hai aish udana
aaj kal ke in ladko ka kam hai aish udana
cigrate pina vigrate pina muh se dhua udana
maa bap ke mehnat ki daulat ko aag lagana

aaj kal ki ladkiyo ka dekho ye zamana
aaj kal ki ladkiyo ka dekho ye zamana
fashion karna vashion karna sasu ko satana
beuty parlor roz sham ko inka hai thikana
he english gana russi gana gane upar gana
english gana russi gana gane upar gana
ladki dekh ke siti mare ladka hai diwana

dekh ke kamre me ladki ko jhake ye khidki se
dekh ke kamre me ladki ko jhake ye khidki se
chup chup aankh matakka ye karte hai har ladki se
idhar se dekhe udhar se dekhe kamre me ghush jana

fur fur karti firti hai ye rang birangi kudiya
fur fur karti firti hai ye rang birangi kudiya
kana jhumke jal ko lekar ud jati hai chidiya
badi syani hai ye kudiya aaj ye hamne jana
he english gana russi gana gane upar gana
english gana russi gana gane upar gana
ladki dekh ke siti mare ladka hai diwana

ladki diwani machalne lagi hai
ladki diwani machalne lagi hai
badh chad ke bate dekho karne lagi hai
ladki diwani machalne lagi hai
badh chad ke bate dekho karne lagi hai

A song of English, a song of Russia's sway,
A song of English, above a Russian lay.
A boy, eyes ablaze, at the girl's cascade,
A girl in a frenzy, her passions displayed.
A girl in a frenzy, her passions ignite,
Whispers and secrets in the fading light.
A girl in a frenzy, her passions ignite,
Whispers and secrets, through the day and night.

These modern boys, their pleasure's embrace,
These modern boys, their pleasure's chase,
They smoke and they puff, a smoky haze,
They set their parents' toil ablaze.
And look at the girls of this modern age,
And look at the girls, upon life's stage,
They follow the fashion, a fiery rage,
And torment their mothers, in a gilded cage.
Each evening, the beauty salons they find,
Each evening, beauty their hearts entwined.
A song of English, a song of Russia's art,
A song of English, a fire in the heart.
A boy, eyes ablaze, at the girl's display.

Through windows they peer, where a maiden resides,
Through windows they peer, where beauty presides,
They wink and they leer, with hidden tides,
At every girl, their desire hides.
They gaze from this side, they gaze from that,
Then burst in the room, where the heart goes splat.
These brightly hued girls, they flutter and roam,
These brightly hued girls, they flutter and roam,
Like birds that eat, and then fly from their home.
So clever are girls, this we now know,
So clever are girls, their secrets grow.
A song of English, a song of Russia's grace,
A song of English, in time and space.
A boy, eyes ablaze, at the girl's fair face.

A girl in a frenzy, her passions ignite,
A girl in a frenzy, her passions ignite,
Whispers and secrets, through day and night.
A girl in a frenzy, her passions ignite,
Whispers and secrets, in the fading light.