kabhi kabhi koi chehra samne aata hai
hey kabhi kabhi koi chehra samne aata hai
ishara ho hi jaata hai
is umar me dil awara ho hi jaata hai
ishara ho hi jaata hai
kabhi kabhi koi chehra samne aata hai
ishara ho hi jaata hai
is umar me dil awara ho hi jaata hai
awara ho hi jaata hai ishara ishara

kuchh isharon ko to bas samajhte hai ham
aur samajhte hi thoda thaharte hai ham
kuchh isharon ko to bas samajhte hai ham
aur samajhte hi thoda thaharte hai ham
bas yunhi ek mulaqat ho jati hai
aur hasi khvabon me raat kho jati hai
kabhi kabhi ye nazrein jise dhundhti hai
han kabhi kabhi ye nazrein jise dhundhti hai
nazara ho hi jaata hai
is umar me dil awara ho hi jaata hai
ishara ho hi jaata hai
kabhi kabhi koi chehra samne aata hai
ishara ho hi jaata hai
is umar me dil awara ho hi jaata hai
ishara ho hi jaata hai

ham to beqabu hai bolo ham kya kare
aisa kya ho gaya aj khud se dare
ham to beqabu hain bolo ham kya kare
aisa kya ho gaya aj khud se darein
ye mohabbat ki jana shuruat hai
aur hamare liye ek nayi baat hai

kabhi kabhi ham jisko nahi jante hai
kabhi kabhi ham jisko nahi jante hai
hamara ho hi jaata hai
is umar me dil awara ho hi jaata hai
awara ho hi jaata hai

A face appears, a fleeting grace,
Sometimes, a face, in time and space.
A silent cue, a whispered plea,
This heart, at this age, runs wild and free.
A silent cue, eternally.

Some signs we grasp, their meaning deep,
And in that knowing, softly sleep.
Some signs we grasp, their essence pure,
And in that knowing, we endure.
A casual meeting, light and brief,
Where dreams ignite, and find relief.
Sometimes, these eyes, what they desire,
Yes, sometimes, these eyes, with burning fire,
A vision blooms, a whispered art,
This heart, at this age, breaks apart.
A silent cue, a gentle start,
A face appears, a work of heart,
A silent cue, a soul-felt part.
This heart, at this age, now runs wild.
A silent cue, forever styled.

We're out of bounds, what can we do?
What's changed today, we're scared anew?
We're out of bounds, what can we say?
What's changed today, and turned to gray?
This love's beginning, soft and slow,
A brand new tale, for us to know.

Sometimes, a stranger, we can't define,
Sometimes, a stranger, intertwined,
Becomes our own, a sacred sign.
This heart, at this age, runs wild and free,
Runs wild and free, eternally.