main jo chli hindustan se to ja phuchi amrika
amrika me baatchit ka ek andaj naya sikha
o may bebi o may hart o may priti helo dol
o may bebi o may hart o may priti helo dol
main jo chli hindustan se to ja phuchi amrika
amrika mai baatchit ka ek andaj naya sikha
mulak hai amrika rangin shahar hasi shahri bhi hasi
mulak hai amrika rangin shahar hasi shahri bhi hasi
ladke rokenrol ke ratiya ladkiya krist ki hai shokin

main jo chli hindustan se to ja phuchi amrika
amrika me baatchit ka ek andaj naya sikha
hota hai jab git suru one nine two aur i love you
hota hai jab git suru one nine two aur i love you
koi gaye tuk tuk aur kre koi yahu
thode din prdesh firi badle badle bhesh firi
lekin aakhir ghar yaad aaya to mai wapas desh firi
wese to jake widesh me naita ji hai kuch sikha
apne desh ke samne mujhe rang laga jag ka fika
duniya hai dulhan to bhart dulhan ka tika
duniya hai dulhan to bhart dulhan ka tika
duniya hai dulhan to bhart dulhan ka tika

From Hindustan, my soul took flight, to shores afar,
America's tongue, a novel star.
"Oh, my baby, oh, my heart, my darling, hello doll!"
A language new, where affections call.

From Hindustan, my soul took flight, to shores afar,
America's tongue, a novel star.
A land of hues, cities that gleam, with laughter's art,
Where boys seek rock and roll, girls with a Christian heart.

From Hindustan, my soul took flight, to shores afar,
America's tongue, a novel star.
When songs ignite, "One, two," "I love you," they sing,
Some hum, some howl, as melodies swing.
Days of wandering, forms that shift and change,
Yet home's embrace, the yearning to arrange.
Though foreign lands offered lessons bright,
My homeland's glow eclipsed the world's soft light.
The world, a bride, but India, her jeweled grace,
The world, a bride, but India, her jeweled grace,
The world, a bride, but India, her jeweled grace.