tera budhapa umar meri bali umar meri bali
umar meri bali mujhe
mujhe chheda to dungi tujhe gaali
jara dekho mujhe meri hey kali
munh pe lali do matwale naina wali
ae ji dekho o ji dekho munna dekho
umar meri bali umar meri bali mujhe
mujhe chheda to dungi tujhe gali

mujhko meri jawani ne mara
mujhko meri jawani ne mara
dil ko dil ki kahani ne mara
ho dil ko dil ki kahani ne mara
tujhko kya tujhko kya mujhko apni bana le
umar meri bali umar meri bali mujhe
mujhe chheda to dungi tujhe gali
tera budhapa umar meri bali umar meri bali
umar meri bali mujhe
mujhe chheda to dungi tujhe gaali

tu hi kah de meri raani
teri kab maine nahi maani
teri bat kabhi nahi tali
matwale naina wali
hey ji dekho ha ji dekho munna dekho
main bali tu khust purana
main bali tu khust purana
tujhpe hansta hai sara jamana
ho tujhpe hansta hai sara jamana
dono hatho se dono hatho se
bajti hai tali umar meri bali
umar meri bali mujhe
mujhe chheda to dungi tujhe gaali
dekhan mein hi bholi bhali ?? umar meri bali
umar meri bali mujhe
mujhe chheda to dungi tujhe gaali
tera budhapa umar meri bali umar meri bali
umar meri bali mujhe
mujhe chheda to dungi tujhe gaali

Your twilight years, my youthful bloom,
My bloom, so tender, in its room.
Provoke me, and my tongue will sting,
A fiery curse your ears will sing.
My dark one, see my rosy face,
Eyes that dance with drunken grace.
Oh, look and see, young man, behold,
My bloom, so fresh, a story told.
Provoke me, and my tongue will sting.

My youth has struck a fatal blow,
My youth, the seeds of life to sow.
My heart, by its own tale, undone,
Oh, heart, by its own tale begun.
What holds you back? Embrace my form!
My bloom, untouched by life's dark storm.
Provoke me, and my tongue will sting.
Your twilight years, my youthful bloom,
My bloom, so tender, in its room.
Provoke me, and my tongue will sting.

Speak, my queen, your wish, your plea,
Which I have failed to grant to thee?
Your word, I've never cast aside,
With eyes of wine, my only guide.
Oh, look and see, young man, behold,
I bloom, you’re old, a story told.
The world now laughs at your decay,
The world now laughs at yesterday.
With clapping hands, a joyful sound,
My bloom, where youthful grace is found.
Provoke me, and my tongue will sting.
Appearing sweet, yet holding fire,
My bloom, to which all hearts aspire.
My bloom, so tender, in its room.
Provoke me, and my tongue will sting.
Your twilight years, my youthful bloom,
My bloom, so tender, in its room.
Provoke me, and my tongue will sting.