chanda bhi fika, taare bhi fike
aisi hai maa teri surat
rab ki to surat dekhi na humne
tujhme dikhe rab ki murat

mummy galti ho gayi
hume maaf kijiye
fir na karenge aisa viswaas kijiye
mummy galti ho gayi
hume maaf kijiye
fir na karenge aisa viswaas kijiye
mummy galti ho gayi
hume maaf kijiye

jo bhi humme hai tera
hum teri hi kaya hai
saanso se dhadkan tak maa
bas teri hi chhaya hai
jo bhi humme hai tera
hum teri hi kaya hai
saanso se dhadkan tak maa
bas teri hi chhaya hai
teri aankho ke taare
nadaan bachhe hai hum
gussa jitna bhi kar lo maa
kabhi pyar na karna kam
saja jo chahe dijiye o mummy ji
saja jo chahe dijiye par chup na rahiye

mummy galti ho gayi
hume maaf kijiye
fir na karenge aisa viswaas kijiye
mummy galti ho gayi
hume maaf kijiye

maa ki mamta to aisi
pathar bhi jo pighla de
tum hi pathar ban jaaogi
to jiyenge kiske sahaare
maa ki mamta to aisi
pathar bhi jo pighla de
tum hi pathar ban jaaogi
to jiyenge kiske sahaare
naraaj itni na ho humaari pyari mummy
kahte hai fir dobara
we are very sorry
hua khel khel me sab
humse ye anjaane me
hum ro padenge ab jo tum agar na mani
hum ro padenge ab jo tum agar na mani

The moon pales, stars grow dim,
Before the glow of your face, my kin.
We've never seen the face of God, they say,
But in your form, His image finds its way.

Mother, a fault has bloomed,
Forgive us, be consumed
By grace, we shall not stray, believe.
Mother, a fault has bloomed,
Forgive us, be consumed
By grace, we shall not stray, believe.
Mother, a fault has bloomed,
Forgive us, be consumed.

All that we are, is born of you,
We are your very form anew.
From breath to heartbeat's gentle drum,
Your shadow shelters, until kingdom come.
All that we are, is born of you,
We are your very form anew.
From breath to heartbeat's gentle drum,
Your shadow shelters, until kingdom come.
Your eyes, the guiding stars above,
We, your children, lost in childish love.
Though anger flares, its fire may burn,
Your love, dear mother, shall never turn.
Punish us, as your heart may decree,
Punish us, but do not, oh, stay silent for me.

Mother, a fault has bloomed,
Forgive us, be consumed
By grace, we shall not stray, believe.
Mother, a fault has bloomed,
Forgive us, be consumed.

A mother's love, a melting tide,
That softens stone where sorrows hide.
If you become a heart of stone,
On what foundation shall we call our own?
A mother's love, a melting tide,
That softens stone where sorrows hide.
If you become a heart of stone,
On what foundation shall we call our own?
Do not be so displeased, my dearest one,
Let us again, now, say our plea is done.
We are very sorry, we humbly greet
For the games we played, a bitter feat.
We'll weep, we'll weep, if you remain unkind,
We'll weep, we'll weep, if you are not aligned.