la ll la la ll la
thodi si khushi hai thoda sa hai gham
kuch hai jyada kuch hai kam
is zindagi ka hai kuch aisa hi mausam
da d ri di ram pam
naacho gaao chhama chham chham chham
da d ri di ram pam
naacho gaao chhama chham chham chham
thodi si khushi hai thoda sa hai gham
kuch hai jyada kuch hai kam
is zindagi ka hai kuch aisa hi mausam
o thodi si khushi hai thoda sa hai gham
kuch hai jyada kuch hai kam
is zindagi ka hai kuch aisa hi mausam

hum sab musafir jivan safar
hum sab musafir jivan safar
apne hai paanv panchhi ke par
apne hai paanv panchhi ke par
gaadi me gaana gaao magar
raste pe daddy rakho najar
gaadi me gaana gaao magar
raste pe daddy rakho najar
ho jaye na sangam
thodi si khushi hai thoda sa hai gham
kuch hai jyada kuch hai kam
is zindagi ka hai kuch aisa hi mausam

ungli na phero baalo me
hota hai kuch kuch gaalo me
ha ungli na phero baalo me
hota hai kuch kuch gaalo me
bilkul wahi pahli raat si
badli nahi tum saalo me
ab bhi wahi sharam
thodi si khushi hai thoda sa hai gham
kuch hai jyada kuch hai kam
is zindagi ka hai kuch aisa hi mausam

La la la la la la la

A whisper of joy, a shadow of sorrow,
Some fortunes abound, some futures grow narrow.
Such is the season of life's fleeting morrow.
Da da re de rum pum
Dance and sing, let the echoes borrow!
Da da re de rum pum
Dance and sing, let the echoes borrow!
A whisper of joy, a shadow of sorrow,
Some fortunes abound, some futures grow narrow.
Such is the season of life's fleeting morrow.
Oh, a whisper of joy, a shadow of sorrow,
Some fortunes abound, some futures grow narrow.
Such is the season of life's fleeting morrow.

We are all travelers, on life's long trek,
We are all travelers, on life's long trek,
Like birds with our feet, a delicate speck.
Like birds with our feet, a delicate speck.
Sing your song in the carriage, uncheck,
But on the path, your vision, protect.
Sing your song in the carriage, uncheck,
But on the path, your vision, protect.
Lest two souls should intersect.
A whisper of joy, a shadow of sorrow,
Some fortunes abound, some futures grow narrow.
Such is the season of life's fleeting morrow.

Don't run your fingers through tresses so fine,
For a certain flutter upon cheeks will entwine.
Yes, don't run your fingers through tresses so fine,
For a certain flutter upon cheeks will entwine.
As in that first night, divine,
Unchanged are you, across time's design.
Still, the blush, it shall shine.
A whisper of joy, a shadow of sorrow,
Some fortunes abound, some futures grow narrow.
Such is the season of life's fleeting morrow.