aaja aaja aaja aa aaja

aaja zara sarak le gir le zara bahak le
saiya zara chalak le haaye aake moh se lipat le
tedha zaher hai ye is se na kar chhedkhani
night ki naughty kahani ye halkat jawani ye halkat jawani
mitha ye namkin pani ye halkat jawani ye halkat jawani
night ki naughty kahani ye halkat jawani, ye halkat jawani
halkat halkat jawani

joban hai pyasa to jor kare, aeve ye din me bhi shor kare
haaye joban hai pyasa to jor kare aeve ye din me bhi shor kare
takiya bana lipat le, kambal banaa rapat le
tan hai katila par iski adaa hai shaitaani
night ki naughty kahani ye halkat jawani, ye halkat jawani
mitha ye namkin pani ye halkat jawani, ye halkat jawani
night ki naughty kahani jawani, ye halkat jawani

ha chhoro ki niyat halaal kare, basti me daily bawaal kare
haye chhoro ki niyat halaal kare basti me daily bawaal kare
item bana ke rakh le, haaye
chakhna bana ke chakh le
aankho ko kyun seke, haatho se kar manmani
night ki naughty kahani ye halkat jawani, ye halkat jawani
hui main hui pani pani ye halkat jawani, ye halkat jawani
night ki naughty kahani ye halkat jawani, ye halkat jawani
jawani halkat jawani, haye

Come, come, come, oh come,
Slide, slip, stumble, and succumb.
Lover, overflow, oh! Cling to my embrace,
This crooked poison, do not dare to chase.
Night's naughty tale, it weaves and cries,
This wanton youth, before our eyes.
This sweet and salty tide, it flows,
This wanton youth, as everyone knows.
Night's naughty tale, it starts to play,
This wanton youth lights up the day.
Wanton, wanton youth, astray.

Youth, a thirst that fiercely burns,
A clamor rising, every turn.
Oh, youth, a thirst that fiercely burns,
A clamor rising, our spirit yearns.
Make pillows of each other's form,
Let blankets be the shelter from the storm.
The body's thorns, yet what a wicked grace!
Night's naughty tales, in this wild space.
This wanton youth, in fiery bloom,
This sweet and salty, sweet perfume.
This wanton youth, escapes the gloom.
Night's naughty tale, the youthful tune,
This wanton youth, arrives soon.

Oh, they make the boys their prey,
Each day the village feels the fray.
Oh, they make the boys their prey,
Each day the village feels the sway.
As object, they are held,
As snack, they're surely felled.
Why scorch the eyes, when hands can roam?
Night's naughty tales, now make their home.
This wanton youth, begins to fall,
I melt, I melt, a watery call.
This wanton youth, embracing all.
Night's naughty tales, before we stall,
This wanton youth, we give our all.
Youth, wanton youth, oh!