piya hum sat mulk ka pani sabse mitha hindustani
piya hum sat mulk ka pani sabse mitha hindustani
piya hum sat mulk ka pani sabse mitha hindustani
piya hum sat mulk ka pani sabse mitha hindustani

sardi me jo lipta tera khil utha
badan badan badan badan
sadi me jo lipta tera khil utha
badan badan badan badan
bhaiya kuch bhi kaho south ki
bato me hai vajan vajan vajan
paris ki galiyo me dhundo jis galiyo me
khushbu thi teri jo base iske man me
wah re wah re wah india wah
piya hum sat mulk ka pani sabse mitha hindustani
piya hum sat mulk ka pani sabse mitha hindustani
wah re wah re wah india wah

sharmati hai sab ladkiya
ya us tarha tarha tarha tarha
venda venda nahi ji ye sharmayengi
aap kahe jis tarha tarha tarha
humko to inki har ada pyari lage lage lage
haiyo tauba kahi ishq ki na bimari lage lage lage lage
sau bar dil diya sau bar dil liya
pyar apna shok hai inka dil bhi nisar hai
wah re wah re wah india wah
piya hum sat mulk ka pani sabse mitha hindustani
piya hum sat mulk ka pani sabse mitha hindustani
piya hum sat mulk ka pani sabse mitha hindustani
piya hum sat mulk ka pani sabse mitha hindustani

Beloved, we are the seven seas, but sweetest water flows,
Indian, a taste that only the heart truly knows.
Beloved, we are the seven seas, but sweetest water flows,
Indian, a taste that only the heart truly knows.

In winter's clasp, your spirit blooms anew,
Body, body, body, body, breaking through.
In winter's clasp, your spirit blooms anew,
Body, body, body, body, breaking through.
Brother, whatever you say, the South's words ring true,
Weight, weight, weight, in the stories we imbue.
In Parisian lanes, search for the streets where you reside,
Where your fragrance lingers, in this heart, it does abide.
Oh, India, wondrous India, a song on the breeze,
Beloved, we are the seven seas, but sweetest water flows,
Indian, a taste that only the heart truly knows.
Oh, India, wondrous India, a song on the breeze.

All the maidens blush,
In a hundred different ways, ways, ways, ways.
They won't just simply 'venda,' no, they blush,
As you command them, in all their different ways.
To us, each gesture, each nuance, is a grace,
Oh, may this not be, love's disease, we embrace.
A hundred times the heart given, a hundred times love's call,
Their hearts are devoted, and ours at their thrall.
Oh, India, wondrous India, a song on the breeze,
Beloved, we are the seven seas, but sweetest water flows,
Indian, a taste that only the heart truly knows.
Beloved, we are the seven seas, but sweetest water flows,
Indian, a taste that only the heart truly knows.
Beloved, we are the seven seas, but sweetest water flows,
Indian, a taste that only the heart truly knows.