khatta-mitha khatta-mitha khatta-mitha khatta-mitha
ye jina hai
ye jina hai agur ka dana ye jina hai agur ka dana
kuchh kachcha hai kuchh pakka hai
are jitana khaya mitha tha jo hath na aya khatta hai
ye jina hai agur ka dana ye jina hai agur ka dana
kuchh kachcha hai kuchh pakka hai
are jitana khaya mitha tha jo hath na aya khatta hai

ye ghumata pahiya gol rupaiya hath na ae re
ye ghumata pahiya gol rupaiya hath na ae re
hath na ae re hath na ae re
are mai hun isake sath ai sathi sath na jae re
are mai hun isake sath ai sathi sath na jae re
sath na jae re sath na jae re
are hay hay hay hay hay dil bole ki hay dil bole
hath na ae to samajho hai sapana
jeb me hai to mal hai apana
ye jina hai agur ka dana ye jina hai agur ka dana
kuchh kachcha hai kuchh pakka hai
are jitana khaya mitha tha jo hath na aya khatta hai

ji ke dekho jine vale yun bhi jite hai
ji ke dekho jine vale yun bhi jite hai
yun bhi jite hai yun bhi jite hai
din ki chadar phat jae to rat ko site hai
din ki chadar phat jae to rat ko site hai
rat ko site hai rat ko site hai
are hay hay hay hay hay dil bole ki hay dil bole
thoda sa ro ke thoda sa hansana
thoda sa rukana thoda sa chalana
ye jina hai agur ka dana ye jina hai agur ka dana
kuchh kachcha hai kuchh pakka hai
are jitana khaya mitha tha jo hath na aya khatta hai

A bittersweet taste, a bittersweet taste,
a bittersweet life, this is.
A grape, this life, a grape, this life.
Some unripe, some ripe, you see.
Sweet the bites, the ones consumed,
sour the reach, the ones that flee.
A grape, this life, a grape, this life.
Some unripe, some ripe, you see.
Sweet the bites, the ones consumed,
sour the reach, the ones that flee.

The spinning wheel, a coin of gold,
escapes the grasp, the hand cannot hold.
Cannot hold, cannot hold.
I am with it, oh companion, never to grow old.
I am with it, oh companion, never to grow old.
Never to grow old, never to grow old.
Oh, my heart, it cries, my heart it pleads,
if the grasp fails, then it is dreams we breed.
In the pocket, it is treasure, ours to keep.
A grape, this life, a grape, this life.
Some unripe, some ripe, you see.
Sweet the bites, the ones consumed,
sour the reach, the ones that flee.

Live and see, those who live, they live like this.
Live and see, those who live, they live like this.
They live like this, they live like this.
If the day's cloak tears, the night sews, it is.
If the day's cloak tears, the night sews, it is.
The night sews, the night sews.
Oh, my heart, it cries, my heart it pleads,
a little weeping, a little laughing proceeds.
A little pause, a little walking we heed.
A grape, this life, a grape, this life.
Some unripe, some ripe, you see.
Sweet the bites, the ones consumed,
sour the reach, the ones that flee.