son paapadi meri son paapadi
son paapadi meri son paapadi
son paapadi meri son paapadi
son paapadi meri son paapadi
pyaar ka mitha swad chakha de soch rahi kya khadi khadi
son halave mere son halave
son halave mere son halave
son halave mere son halave
son halave mere son halave
chakh le mere hotho ka ras dekh javaani ke jalave
son paapadi meri son paapadi
son paapadi meri son paapadi
son halave mere son halave
son halave mere son halave

makkhan jesa jism hai tera mishri tere gaalon me
are ho gaya ye matavaala jivan satrah attharah saalo me
dil chaahe baaho me le ke dekhu tujhko ghadi ghadi
son paapadi meri son paapadi
son paapadi meri son paapadi
son halave mere son halave
son halave mere son halave

chiti jesi chipak gai mai teri mithi baaton me
tere hi baare me sochu karavat leke raaton me
teri chaahat ki garmi se jalta hai mera tan bhi
son halave mere son halave
son halave mere son halave
chakh le mere hotho ka ras dekh javaani ke jalave
jhon paapadi meri jhon paapadi
son paapadi meri son paapadi
pyaar ka mitha svaad chakha de soch rahi kya khadi khadi
son halave mere son halave
son halave mere son halave
son paapadi meri son paapadi
son paapadi meri son paapadi

Oh, Son Papdi, my Son Papdi,
Oh, Son Papdi, my Son Papdi,
Oh, Son Papdi, my Son Papdi,
Taste the sweetness of love, why do you stand and stare?
Oh, Son Halwa, my Son Halwa,
Oh, Son Halwa, my Son Halwa,
Taste the nectar of my lips, behold the glory of youth.
Oh, Son Papdi, my Son Papdi,
Oh, Son Papdi, my Son Papdi,
Oh, Son Halwa, my Son Halwa,
Oh, Son Halwa, my Son Halwa.

Your body, like butter, sugar crystals on your cheeks,
My life intoxicated, in seventeen, eighteen weeks.
My heart desires to hold you, to gaze at you, hour by hour.
Oh, Son Papdi, my Son Papdi,
Oh, Son Papdi, my Son Papdi,
Oh, Son Halwa, my Son Halwa,
Oh, Son Halwa, my Son Halwa.

Like an ant, I cling to your sweet words,
Thinking only of you, turning through the nights, un-heard.
My body burns with the heat of your desire.
Oh, Son Halwa, my Son Halwa,
Oh, Son Halwa, my Son Halwa,
Taste the nectar of my lips, behold the glory of youth.
Oh, Son Papdi, my Son Papdi,
Oh, Son Papdi, my Son Papdi,
Taste the sweetness of love, why do you stand and stare?
Oh, Son Halwa, my Son Halwa,
Oh, Son Halwa, my Son Halwa,
Oh, Son Papdi, my Son Papdi,
Oh, Son Papdi, my Son Papdi.