riga rigamani ni ni dapa
manwa aage bhage re bandhu sau sau dhage re
manwa aage bhage re
manwa aage bhage re bandhu sau sau dhage re
manwa aage bhage re
khabwo se khel raha hai soye jage re
manwa aage bhage re

dari pe bole koyaliya kaan ras ghole koyaliya
dari pe bole koyaliya kaan ras ghole koyaliya
sari raat apne sapno me soye jage re
manwa aage bhage re
din gaya jaise rootha rootha shaam hai anjani
purane pal ji raha hai aankhe pani pani
wo jo tha tha ki nahi tha aaye to batayega
sapno se woh utrega aisa lage re
manwa aage bhage re bandhu sau sau dhage re
manwa aage bhage re
khabwo se khel raha hai soye hmm
manwa aage bhage re

A dance of echoes, soul to soul,
My heart, it races, taking hold,
With threads of a hundred ties I bind,
My heart, it races, to leave behind.
A thousand threads I softly bind,
My heart, it races, to leave behind.
In dreams it plays, awake or deep,
My heart, it races, secrets to keep.

From branches the cuckoo sings anew,
Her song of sweetness, piercing through,
From branches the cuckoo sings anew,
Her song of sweetness, piercing through.
All night within those dreams it wakes,
My heart, it races, for goodness sake.
The day departs in a sullen guise,
The evening unknown, before my eyes.
The past it lives, a tearful plea,
The tears they flow, for what used to be.
That which was, or never was at all,
Will when it comes, its secrets call.
From dreams it descends, it may appear,
My heart, it races, banishing fear.
With threads of a hundred ties I bind,
My heart, it races, to leave behind.
In dreams it plays, a whispered hum,
My heart, it races, its journey begun.