mausam ye pukare masti me lekar, matwale dil ka karwa
mausam ye pukare masti me lekar, matwale dil ka karwa
sar pe hai hamare chahat ka aanchal, kadmo ke niche aasma
mausam ye pukare

tan ko udaye hawa matwali
dil ko chune hai ghata kali kali
tan ko udaye hawa matwali
dil ko chune hai ghata kali kali
ritu bekarar bekarar hai shama
mausam ye pukare masti me lekar, matwale dil ka karwa
sar pe hai hamare chahat ka aanchal, kadmo ke niche aasma
mausam ye pukare

din hai ki raat ye kaun bataaye
jinda rahe teri palko ke saaye
din hai ki raat ye kaun bataaye
jinda rahe teri palko ke saaye
sochenge phir kabhi hai jindagi kaha
mausam ye pukare masti me lekar, matwale dil ka karwa
sar pe hai hamare chahat ka aanchal, kadmo ke niche aasma
mausam ye pukare


lyrics type by : priya bhati

The season calls, a revelry unfurls,
A caravan of hearts, unchained and wild,
Above our heads, desire’s silken swirls,
Beneath our feet, the boundless sky beguiled.
The season calls.

The wanton wind, it lifts our mortal guise,
Dark clouds, like shadows, caress the soul,
The wanton wind, a dance before our eyes,
Dark clouds, a story, to make us whole.
The season, restless, burns like a flame,
The season calls, a revelry unfurls,
A caravan of hearts, unchained and wild,
Above our heads, desire’s silken swirls,
Beneath our feet, the boundless sky beguiled.
The season calls.

Is it day, or night, who can define?
If in the shade of your lashes we reside,
Is it day, or night, the stars that shine?
If in the shade of your lashes we abide,
And then we'll ponder where life will reside,
The season calls, a revelry unfurls,
A caravan of hearts, unchained and wild,
Above our heads, desire’s silken swirls,
Beneath our feet, the boundless sky beguiled.
The season calls.