tip tap tup chup gup chup bundon ki dhun
kehti hai sun sapna koyee chun
lagta hai aise jaise thehra ho pal
jane khoye hai hum kaha
tip tap tup chup gup chup bundo kee dhun
kehti hai sun sapna koyee chun
lagta hai aise jaise thehra ho pal
jane khoye hai hum kaha

mehek rahee dhimee dhimee khushbu kahin
pighal rahee jara jara yeh chandani
naa jane kyun behak rahee hai yeh fiza
kisko khabar kisko pata
mehek rahee dhimee dhimee khushbu kahin
pighal rahee jara jara yeh chandani
naa jane kyun behak rahee hai yeh fiza
kisko khabar kisko pata

gehri halkee chaltee ruktee
lagta hai badalee see apnee duniya
jane khoye hai ham kaha
dur kahee aasman pe sehra saje
sanso me kyun meethe meethe sargam baje
chalee kyun yeh sanana sanana thandee hawa
rindana din suhana sama

dur kahee aasman peh sehra saje
sanso me kyun meethe meethe sargam baje
chalee kyun yeh sanana sanana thandee hawa
rindana din suhana sama
palke chalke sapne kalke
lagta hai mili phir se khoyee khushiya
jane khoye hai hum kaha

tip tap tup chup gup chup bundo kee dhun
kehtee hai sun sapna koyee chun
lagta hai aise jaise thehra ho pal
jane khoye hai ham kaha

Drip, drop, hush, the raindrops hum,
Whispering, choose a dream to come.
A moment frozen, still and deep,
Lost, where did our spirits sleep?
Drip, drop, hush, the raindrops hum,
Whispering, choose a dream to come.
A moment frozen, still and deep,
Lost, where did our spirits sleep?

A fragrance whispers, soft and low,
Moonlight melting, a gentle flow.
Why does the air begin to sway?
Who knows the reason, come what may?
A fragrance whispers, soft and low,
Moonlight melting, a gentle flow.
Why does the air begin to sway?
Who knows the reason, come what may?

Deep, then light, then pausing slow,
Our world transforms, a shifting show.
Lost, where did our spirits go?
Far off, the desert paints the sky,
Why does music in our breath reply?
Why does the cool wind softly sigh?
A day of grace, the hours fly.

Far off, the desert paints the sky,
Why does music in our breath reply?
Why does the cool wind softly sigh?
A day of grace, the hours fly.
Eyelashes spill, tomorrow's dream,
Lost joy returns, a vibrant gleam.
Lost, where did our spirits seem?

Drip, drop, hush, the raindrops hum,
Whispering, choose a dream to come.
A moment frozen, still and deep,
Lost, where did our spirits sleep?