hum wo diwane hai
hum wo diwane hai jo taja hawa lete hai
hum wo diwane hai jo taja hawa lete hai
khidkiya khol ke mausam ka maja lete hai
khidkiya khol ke mausam ka maja lete hai
khidkiya khol ke mausam ka maja lete hai
hum wo diwane hai

hamko us waqt najar taj mahal aata hai
sach bata aye meri bholi bhali
tu hai kis desh ki rahne wali
tera chokash marathi badan hai
raj puti tera bak pan hai
julf bangal ki kali kali
nagna aasam ki tujhme payi
dekhne ki ada hai bihari
udisa ki hai tujhme khumari
aandhra ke namak me dhali hai
or kashmir ki tu kali hai
lakhnau jaisi hai tujhme najakat
madhya pardesh ki hai shararat
sadgi tujhme madrash ki hai
khusbu maisur ki san dili hai
bholapan tujhme gujrat ka hai
kerla ka tu roshan diya hai
tune payi hai goa ki masti
tujhme punjab ki tand rushti
dil ki dilli teri raj dhani
dil ki dilli teri raj dhani
sari dunia teri hai diwani
sari dunia teri hai diwani
sari dunia teri hai diwani

hamko us waqt nazar taj mahal aata hai
hamko us waqt nazar taj mahal aata hai
jab wo angdayi ko
jab wo angdayi ko hath apna utha lete hai
jab wo angdayi ko hath apna utha lete hai
khidkiya khol ke mausam ka maja lete hai
khidkiya khol ke mausam ka maja lete hai
khidkiya khol ke mausam ka maja lete hai
hum wo diwane hai

We are the mad ones,
Breathing the freshest air,
We are the mad ones,
Who open windows, savoring the weather's dare.
Who open windows, savoring the weather's dare.
Who open windows, savoring the weather's dare.
We are the mad ones.

The Taj Mahal blooms in my sight,
Tell me, my innocent one, tell me true,
From what land do you hail, my view?
Your form, a Marathi grace, refined,
Your spirit, Rajput, bold and kind.
Your tresses, black as Bengal's night,
A Naga whisper in your light.
Your gaze, a Bihari art,
Odisha's joy within your heart.
Andhra's salt, in you, it dwells,
A Kashmiri bud, your being tells.
Lucknow's finesse, in every line,
Madhya Pradesh mischief, yours and mine.
Madras' simplicity, a gentle hue,
Mysore's fragrance, in all you do.
Gujarat's naiveté, a tender gleam,
Kerala's lamp, a waking dream.
Goa's revelry, in your embrace,
Punjab's vigor, time cannot erase.
Your heart, Delhi's reigning throne,
Your heart, Delhi's reigning throne,
The world, your lover, all alone,
The world, your lover, all alone.

The Taj Mahal blooms in my sight,
The Taj Mahal blooms in my sight,
When she stretches, in morning light,
When she stretches, in morning light,
Her hand aloft, a wondrous sight,
Her hand aloft, a wondrous sight.
Who open windows, savoring the weather's dare.
Who open windows, savoring the weather's dare.
Who open windows, savoring the weather's dare.
We are the mad ones.