thandi me pasina chale, na bhukh na pyas lage
yaar yahi pyar to nahi, daddy se puchunga
tan me baraf dhale, jigar me aag jale
yaar yahi pyar to nahi, daddy se puch lena
thandi me pasina chale, na bhukh na pyas lage
yaar yahi pyar to nahi, daddy se puchunga
tan me baraf dhale, jigar me aag jale
yaar yahi pyaar to nahi, daddy se puchh lena

aisa lage hai ab to mujhko aaj hi jaise dekha tujhko
lagta hai mai bhi dhudh raha tha aaj achanak paya tujhko
aisa lage hai ab to mujhko aaj hi jaise dekha tujhko
lagta hai mai bhi dhudh raha tha aaj achanak paya tujhko
abaki tu aise mile na bhukh na pyas lage
yaar yahi pyaar to nahi, daddy se puchh lena
thandi me pasina chale, na bhukh na pyas lage
yaar yahi pyar to nahi, daddy se puchunga
tan me baraf dhale, jigar me aag jale
yaar yahi pyar to nahi, daddy se puch lena

dil kya chahe kah nahi paye tere badan se lipata jaye
haal hamara khud hi samajh lo aage koi ab kya samajhaye
dil kya chahe kah nahi paye tere badan se lipata jaye
haal hamara khud hi samajh lo aage koi ab kya samajhaye
chahu ke laga lu gale jigar me aag jale
yaar yahi pyar to nahi, are daddy se puch lena
thandi me pasina chale, na bhukh na pyas lage
yaar yahi pyar to nahi, daddy se puchunga
thandi me pasina chale, na bhukh na pyas lage
yaar yahi pyar to nahi, daddy se puchunga

In winter's chill, a sweat does bloom,
No hunger aches, no thirst consumes.
My friend, could this be love's true form?
I'll ask my father, sheltered from the storm.

Ice melts within my mortal frame,
While fire dances, a burning flame.
My friend, could this be love's embrace?
Ask your own father, find your place.

It feels as though I've seen you now,
As if today, our paths somehow,
Have crossed at last, a sudden find,
As if I sought, with heart and mind.

Now that we meet, no thirst or need,
My friend, could this be love indeed?
I'll ask my father, truth to seize.
The question rests, bring him to please.

The heart's desire, it cannot say,
But clings to you in disarray.
My state, you see, should speak the same,
What more can words ignite the flame?

To hold you close, my soul's desire,
While in my heart, the flames leap higher.
My friend, is this love's secret art?
Go ask your father, with open heart.

In winter's chill, a sweat does bloom,
No hunger aches, no thirst consumes.
My friend, could this be love's true form?
I'll ask my father, sheltered from the storm.