ham aankho se pilaye, tum aankho se piyo
is rut ka hain takaza, ki masti me jiyo
jaaneman paas aao jara
pyaas dil ki bujhaao jara jara, jara jara
aur paas aao na
ham aankho se pilaye, tum aankho se piyo
is rut ka hain takaza, ki masti me jiyo

bahata dariyaa jawaani, isme bala ki ravaani
bahata dariyaa jawaani, isme bala ki ravaani
is dariyaa ko rukh, apani taraf
tum pyaar se mod lo jaani
ham hotho se pilaaye, tum hotho se piyo
is rut ka hain takaza, ki masti me jiyo
jaaneman paas aao jara
hoth tak hoth laao jara, aur paas aao na
ham aankho se pilaye, tum aankho se piyo
is rut ka hain takaza, ki masti me jiyo

shor machate hain din, khamosh rahati hain raate
raat ke parde me apani, chhup jaayegi saari baate

ho samjho samjho ishara, ab hain sab kuchh tumhaara
ho samjho samjho ishara, ab hain sab kuchh tumhaara
pyaasa mare, shikwaa kare, hay re dil pyaas ka mara
ham saanso se pilaaye, tum saanso se piyo
is rut ka hain takaza, ki masti me jiyo
jaaneman paas aao jara
ab gale se lagaao jara jara, jara jara
aur paas aao na
ham aankho se pilaye, tum aankho se piyo
is rut ka hain takaza, ki masti me jiyo

Let eyes be the chalice, drink deep from mine,
This season demands, in rapture, we entwine.
Beloved, draw near, a touch of your grace,
Quench the heart's thirst, in this sacred space.
Closer still, come, surrender your soul,
Let eyes be the chalice, make us whole.
This season demands, in rapture, we stroll.

Youth's river flows, with a torrent's might,
Youth's river flows, bathed in glorious light.
Turn this river's course, with your loving hand,
Beloved, redirect it, across the sand.
Let lips be the nectar, drink deep from mine,
This season demands, in rapture we shine.
Beloved, draw near, where the lips now meet,
Draw closer still, our hearts shall greet.
Let eyes be the chalice, make us complete,
This season demands, in rapture we meet.

Days roar with clamor, nights whisper low,
Secrets in darkness, secrets will grow.

Understand the signal, embrace what's true,
Understand the signal, all is now you.
To thirst and to grieve, oh heart, so forlorn,
We'll drink of our souls, 'til a new dawn is born.
Let breaths be the life, drink deep from mine,
This season demands, in rapture we align.
Beloved, draw near, where our necks now embrace,
Close, closer still, in this sacred space.
Let eyes be the chalice, the love we will trace,
This season demands, in rapture we chase.