gaya bachpan dua dekar ada lekar sabab aaya
abhi kya tha abhi kya hai ye kaisa inkalab aya
adao me sokhi nigaho me masti
ladakpan mujhe de gaya jate jate
ladakpan mujhe de gaya jate jate
ye saman gairo ki dil bast gi ke
ye saman gairo ki dil bast gi ke
jawani bhi layi to kya aate aate
jawani bhi layi to kya aate aate
adao me sokhi nigaho me masti
ladakpan mujhe de gaya jate jate
ladakpan mujhe de gaya jate jate

ye rahe jawani ki kato bhari hai
inhi rashto par mujhe bhi hai chalna
ye rahe jawani ki kato bhari hai
inhi rashto par mujhe bhi hai chalna
inhi rashto par mujhe bhi hai chalna
magar koi kata na daman se uljhe
magar koi kata na daman se uljhe
yu chalna hai daman bachate bachate
yu chalna hai daman bachate bachate
adao me sokhi nigaho me masti
ladakpan mujhe de gaya jate jate
ladakpan mujhe de gaya jate jate

ada koi apna nahi hai jo samjhe
mere dil ki dhadkan mere dil ki bate
ada koi apna nahi hai jo samjhe
mere dil ki dhadkan mere dil ki bate
mere dil ki dhadkan mere dil ki bate
kisi ke na kano me aawaz pahuchi
kisi ke na kano me aawaz pahuchi
juba thak gayi hai sunate sunate
juba thak gayi hai sunate sunate
adao me sokhi nigaho me masti
ladakpan mujhe de gaya jate jate
ladakpan mujhe de gaya jate jate

Childhood vanished, blessing whispered, grace bestowed, youth unfurled,
What was, what is, this sudden, restless, shifting world?
A playful charm, a sparkle in the eye,
Childhood, as it left, bid me goodbye.
Childhood, as it left, bid me goodbye.
This is the treasure of a stranger's heart's embrace,
This is the treasure of a stranger's heart's embrace,
Youth, though it came, what use in its slow pace?
Youth, though it came, what use in its slow pace?
A playful charm, a sparkle in the eye,
Childhood, as it left, bid me goodbye.
Childhood, as it left, bid me goodbye.

The paths of youth are thorns beneath the sun,
These very roads I too must journey on.
The paths of youth are thorns beneath the sun,
These very roads I too must journey on.
These very roads I too must journey on.
But may no thorn snag on my garment's hem,
But may no thorn snag on my garment's hem,
Thus I must tread, my mantle safe to stem.
Thus I must tread, my mantle safe to stem.
A playful charm, a sparkle in the eye,
Childhood, as it left, bid me goodbye.
Childhood, as it left, bid me goodbye.

No soul to know my heart, to understand,
The beating pulse, the whispers of my land.
No soul to know my heart, to understand,
The beating pulse, the whispers of my land.
The beating pulse, the whispers of my land.
My voice unheard, the echoes fade and cease,
My voice unheard, the echoes fade and cease,
My weary tongue, repeating for release.
My weary tongue, repeating for release.
A playful charm, a sparkle in the eye,
Childhood, as it left, bid me goodbye.
Childhood, as it left, bid me goodbye.