dil vich vasiya hai naam tera
vel honge thaa tera
dil vich vasiya hai naam tera
vel honge thaa tera
jitti tu tadpave karke naina waare maar
je tu marna ai vairne, chak de
je tu marna ai vairne, holi holi maar
je tu marna ai vairne, pyar naal maar
je tu marna ai vairne, holi holi maar

hawa de vich teri udade hai baal
gora rang te galla laal
hawa de vich teri udade hai baal
gora rang te galla laal
dil vich vajdi chha chha karke
teri jhanajhar di jhankaar
je tu marna ai vairne, chak de
je tu marna ai vairne, holi holi maar
je tu marna ai vairne, pyar naal maar

je tu marna ai vairne, holi holi maar
raj kre teri khud se thodi
sanker shaani hogya robi
tere ek ek nkhre vansa
je tu marna ai vairne, chak de
je tu marna ai vairne, holi holi maar
je tu marna ai vairne, pyar naal maar
je tu marna ai vairne, holi holi maar

Your name, a city within my heart,
Where time itself will one day start
To know the truth, to know your art.
Your name, a city within my heart.

If you must wound, with eyes that sear,
Then strike, but be clear,
If you must wound, then be gentle, I beseech,
If you must wound, with love, reach.
If you must wound, then be gentle, my dear.

The wind, it plays with strands of hair,
Pale skin, cheeks that flare.
The wind, it plays, a whispered prayer,
Pale skin, cheeks that flare.
The heart within, a drum does beat,
If you must wound, then strike, complete.
If you must wound, then be gentle, I beseech,
If you must wound, with love, reach.
If you must wound, then be gentle, my dear.

You rule my very core,
A dance of joy, and nothing more.
Each quirk, a kingdom I adore,
If you must wound, then strike, complete.
If you must wound, then be gentle, I beseech,
If you must wound, with love, reach.
If you must wound, then be gentle, my dear.