munne ki amma ye to bata, tere bete ke aba ka naam kya hai
munne ki amma ye to bata, tere bete ke aba ka naam kya hai
sach sach bata tu ham se na chupa, bol gori karta vo kam kya hai
munne ki amma ye to bata, tere bete ke aba ka naam kya hai

fir se ro ro rha hai
bin badal ki barkha hai ye, jane kha se tapka hai ye
bin badal ki barkha hai ye, jane kha se tapka hai ye
kya bin mage hi god bhari, patzdh dali hri hue
kya bin mage hi god bhari, patzdh dali hri hue
dekha rani juthe na aasu bha
munne ki amma ye to bata, tere bete ke abaa ka naam kya hai
munne ki amma ye to bata, tere bete ke abaa ka naam kya hai

rona mat rona mat ro mat chup kar chup kar
besura ye baja ru ru ka, kambakt murbba chu chu ka
besura ye baja ru ru ka, kambakt murbba chu chu ka

bukhe ko dud pila degi, to nahhi si jaan duaa degi
bukhe ko dud pila degi, to nahhi si jaan duaa degi
jhula jhula esko lori suna
munne ki amma ye to bata, tere bitua ke aba ka naam kya hai
are munne ki amma ye to bata, tere bete ke aba ka naam kya hai

me ban gae eski amma ji sadke, to eske aba ban jao
me ban gae eski amma ji, tum eske aba ban jao
tum mard ho tum kurbani do, is dhul ke ful ko apnao
tum mard ho tum kurbani do, is dhul ke ful ko apnao
nakhare na kar ese duddu pila
munne ki amma ye to bata, tere bitua ke abua ka naam kya hai
munne ki amma ye to bata, tere bete ke aba ka naam kya hai
sach sach bata tu ham se na chupa, bol gori karta vo kam kya hai
munne ki amma ye to bata, tere bete ke aba ka naam kya hai
me marugi

Tell me, Munna's mother, tell me true,
What is the name of your son's father, anew?
Tell me, Munna's mother, and do not hide,
What work does he do, this man at your side?
Tell me, Munna's mother, the truth I implore.

Again, the weeping starts, a river of tears,
Rain without clouds, born of unknown fears.
Rain without clouds, a mystery's trace,
Did a wish not spoken fill your embrace?
Did barren branches suddenly bloom?
See, my queen, these tears are consuming.
Tell me, Munna's mother, tell me true,
What is the name of your son's father, anew?
Tell me, Munna's mother, the truth I implore.
Don't cry, don't cry, hush now, be still,
This jarring music, a sorrowful thrill.
This jarring music, a maddening plea.

Give milk to the hungry, a blessing untold,
And a tiny life will give blessings of old.
Rock him gently, sing a lullaby sweet.
Tell me, Munna's mother, your secret to meet.
Tell me, Munna's mother, the truth I implore.

I have become his mother, my soul is devoted,
You become his father, your spirit is noted.
You are the man, offer a sacrifice true,
Embrace this flower, born of dust and dew.
Don't be coy, give him milk to drink.
Tell me, Munna's mother, to the brink.
Tell me, Munna's mother, the truth I implore.
What work does he do, this man at your core?
Tell me, Munna's mother, the truth I implore.
I will die.