umaariya choti choti
balkhati lambi choti
gaalon pe til hai mere
aankhein moti moti

aagey peeche mere
lete hain munde phere
niklu main raat ko ya niklu savere
la ra la ra la ra

umaariya choti choti
balkhati lambi choti
gaalon pe til hai mere
aankhein moti moti

aagey peeche mere
lete hain munde phere
niklu main raat ko ya niklu savere
la ra la ra la ra

wallah wallah wallah
karta saara mohalla
wallah wallah wallah
rahe re massah allah

wallah wallah wallah
karta saara mohalla
wallah wallah wallah
rahe re massah allah

jahan bhi jaun aafat laun
sabke dilo ki bechaini ban jaun
tumse main kahun main to dariya
teri har adaa to hai judaa

la ra la ra la ra
wallah wallah wallah
karta saara mohalla
wallah wallah wallah
rahe re massah allah

wallah wallah wallah
karta saara mohalla
wallah wallah wallah
rahe re massah allah

dekhe jo mujhe fida ho jaye
paas aane ke bahane banaye
kahte hain mera roop chamiya
imaano ko leta hai chura

la ra la ra la ra

umaariya choti choti
balkhati lambi choti
gaalon pe til hai mere
aankhein moti moti

aagey peeche mere
lete hain munde phere
niklu main raat ko ya niklu savere

wallah wallah wallah
karta saara mohalla
wallah wallah wallah
rahe re massah allah

wallah wallah wallah
karta saara mohalla
wallah wallah wallah
rahe re massah allah

A tender age, a braid that sways,
A beauty mark where sunlight plays.
My eyes, they hold a boundless sea,
Men follow, longing, constantly.
Whether by night, or dawn's first light,
I walk, a vision, burning bright.
La Ra La Ra La Ra Lala La
Lalala La

A tender age, a braid that sways,
A beauty mark where sunlight plays.
My eyes, they hold a boundless sea,
Men follow, longing, constantly.
Whether by night, or dawn's first light,
I walk, a vision, burning bright.
La Ra La Ra La Ra Lala La

"Allah, Allah!" the village sighs,
"Allah, Allah!" to my lovely guise.
"Allah, Allah!" the village sighs,
"Allah, Allah!" through admiring eyes.
Lal La Ral La

Wherever I tread, a storm I raise,
A restless ache in all their days.
A river of beauty, I unfurl,
Each gesture unique, a precious pearl.
La Ra La Ra La Ra Lala La
"Allah, Allah!" the village sighs,
"Allah, Allah!" to my lovely guise.
"Allah, Allah!" the village sighs,
"Allah, Allah!" through admiring eyes.

They see me, and their hearts take flight,
Seek any means to hold me tight.
They call me "Chhamiya," a vision fair,
Stealing their faith beyond compare.
La Ra La Ra La Ra Lala La

A tender age, a braid that sways,
A beauty mark where sunlight plays.
My eyes, they hold a boundless sea,
Men follow, longing, constantly.
Whether by night, or dawn's first light,
I walk, a vision, burning bright.
"Allah, Allah!" the village sighs,
"Allah, Allah!" to my lovely guise.
"Allah, Allah!" the village sighs,
"Allah, Allah!" through admiring eyes.