baadalo kaa naam na ho, ambar ke gaanvo me
jalataa ho jangal khud apni chhaanv me
yahi to hai mausam, yahi to hai mausam
aao tum aur ham
baarish ke nagme gungunaae
thodaa saa rumaani ho jaae
mushkil hai jinaa, mushkil hai jinaa
ummid ke binaa
thode se sapne sajaae
thodaa saa rumaani ho jaae
thodaa saa rumaani ho jaae

raasta akelaa ho, har taraf adheraa ho
raat bhi ho ghaat ki, din bhi luteraa ho
yahi to hai mausam, yahi to hai mausam
aao tum aur ham
yahi to hai mausam aao tum aur ham
dard ki baansuri banaae
thodaa saa rumaani ho jaae
mushkil hai jinaa ummid ke binaa
mushkil hai jinaa ummid ke binaa
thode se sapne sajaae
thodaa saa rumaani ho jaae
thodaa saa rumaani ho jaae

Where clouds are nameless, in the sky's vast lands,
And forests burn, within their shadows' strands.
This is the season, this the moment's grace,
Come, you and I, embrace this sacred space.
Let rain's soft songs our hearts now softly fill,
And let us both, with romance, gently thrill.
Life's hard to live, its burdens ever near,
Without the hope, that whispers in our ear.
Let fragile dreams, a tender tapestry weave,
And let us both, with romance, gently grieve.
And let us both, with romance, gently leave.

When paths are lonely, darkness all around,
Where night itself, in ambush can be found,
And even day, a thief upon the ground.
This is the season, this the moment's call,
Come, you and I, and let our spirits fall.
This is the season, come, and you and I,
The flute of pain, we'll learn to play nearby.
And let us both, with romance, gently sigh.
Life's hard to live, without the hope we crave,
Life's hard to live, beyond the silent grave.
Let fragile dreams, a tender tapestry weave,
And let us both, with romance, gently leave.
And let us both, with romance, gently grieve.