rang jamake ud jana
tal bajake ud jana
jal bichake ud jana
ud jana ud jana bro
rang jamake ud jana
tal bajake ud jana
jal bichake ud jana
ud jana ud jana bro

aashiki ye meri aaj ki to nahi
fir ye kyu udne laga
titli ke panhko pe rang laye
mujhko bhi udne ke dhang aaye
aise me koi jo sang aaye ud jana
rang jamake ud jana
tal bajake ud jana
jal bichake ud jana
ud jana ud jana bro

hatho me agar koi lele
hum uski lakir ho jaye
koi aankho me pesh kare to
arsh pe pesh ho jaye
jo dil kahe to sun lena
sunle sunle ud jana
aashiki ye meri aaj ki to nahi
fir ye kyu udne laga
chingari jale to udti hai
khusbu bhi khile to udti hai
aashiki mile to udti hai
ud jana
rang jamake ud jana
tal bajake ud jana
jal bichake ud jana
ud jana ud jana bro
rang jamake ud jana
tal bajake ud jana
jal bichake ud jana
ud jana ud jana bro

put your hands together
do you one more

To gather hues and then to fly,
To clap with joy and kiss the sky,
Through woven webs, a swift goodbye,
To fly away, and then to fly.
To gather hues and then to fly,
To clap with joy and kiss the sky,
Through woven webs, a swift goodbye,
To fly away, and then to fly, my friend.

This love, it isn't born today,
Then why does my spirit sway?
On painted wings, a butterfly's grace,
I too, learn flight in this embrace.
And should a kindred soul appear,
To fly away, and conquer fear.
To gather hues and then to fly,
To clap with joy and kiss the sky,
Through woven webs, a swift goodbye,
To fly away, and then to fly, my friend.

If hands would hold me in their keep,
A line within their fate I'd leap.
If eyes would gaze, a loving plea,
To heavens vast, then I'd agree.
If heart should speak, then heed its call,
And listen, listen, heed it all.
This love, it isn't born today,
Then why does my spirit sway?
With embers caught, the spirit takes flight,
With fragrance blooms, bathed in light,
With love's embrace, ascending height,
To fly away, with all its might.
To gather hues and then to fly,
To clap with joy and kiss the sky,
Through woven webs, a swift goodbye,
To fly away, and then to fly, my friend.
To gather hues and then to fly,
To clap with joy and kiss the sky,
Through woven webs, a swift goodbye,
To fly away, and then to fly, my friend.
But your hands together
Do you want one more?