ye umar hai kya rangili, ye najar hai kya nashili
pyar me khoye khoye nain, hamare rom rom bechain
hamara hi jamana hai
haye ham par thi jawani, aur duniya thi diwani
kisi ke hum bhi the dildar, koi karta tha hamse pyar
hamara bhi jamana tha, haye ham par thi jwani

ye matwali chanchal ankhe, dekhe sapne pagal aanhke
gujrta bachpna chhayi bhare
gujrta bachpna chhayi bhare, chal hai mastani
ye umar hai kya rangili, ye najar hai kya nashili
pyar me khoye khoye nain, hamare rom rom bechain
hamara hi jamana hai, ye umar hai kya rangili

hum hai jab tak jiwan apna, jan hai jab tak sab kuch apna
dil ki bate sun lo ab to
dil ki bate sun lo ab to, aankho ki jubani
haye ham par thi jawani, aur duniya thi diwani
kisi ke hum bhi the dildar, koi karta tha hamse pyar
hamara bhi jamana tha, haye ham par thi jwani

jiwan kya hai haste rahna, man maujo me bahte rahna
chupke baitho mane na hum
chupke baitho mane na hum, bate wo purani
ye umar hai kya rangili, ye najar hai kya nashili
pyar me khoye khoye nain, hamare rom rom bechain
hamara hi jamana hai, hamara bhi jamana tha
hamara hi jamana hai, hamara bhi jamana tha
hamara hi jamana hai, hamara bhi jamana tha

What is this age, a vibrant hue, these eyes, a tempting brew,
Lost in love, the eyes that yearn, every fiber starts to burn,
This age, it was our own.

Upon us fell youth's ardent fire, the world consumed by its desire,
We too held a lover's place, someone who cherished our embrace,
That age, it was our own.

These reckless, restless, eyes that gleam, dreaming dreams, a fevered stream,
Childhood fades, spring's bloom takes hold,
Childhood fades, spring's bloom takes hold, a gait both free and bold,
What is this age, a vibrant hue, these eyes, a tempting brew,
Lost in love, the eyes that yearn, every fiber starts to burn,
This age, it was our own.

While life we draw, and breath we keep, all that we claim, our hearts so deep,
Listen now, the heart's true plea,
Listen now, the heart's true plea, in eyes that speak so free,
Upon us fell youth's ardent fire, the world consumed by its desire,
We too held a lover's place, someone who cherished our embrace,
That age, it was our own.

What is life but laughter's art, to drift with joy within the heart,
Quietude, we cannot find,
Quietude, we cannot find, the tales of old that bind,
What is this age, a vibrant hue, these eyes, a tempting brew,
Lost in love, the eyes that yearn, every fiber starts to burn,
This age, it was our own, that age, it was our own,
This age, it was our own, that age, it was our own,
This age, it was our own, that age, it was our own.