yeh ladka hai allah kaisa hai divana
kitna mushkil hai tauba isko samjhana
ke dhire-dhire dil bekarar hota hai
hote hote hote, pyar hota hai
ho yeh ladka hai allah kaisa hai divana

hamne toh itna dekha, hamne toh itna sikha
dil kaa sauda hota hai, sauda jindagee kaa
hamne toh itna dekha, hamne toh itna sikha
dil kaa sauda hota hai, sauda jindagee kaa
milte hee kaise koyee hota hai divana
kitna mushkil hai tauba isko samjhana
ke dhire dhire dil bekarar hota hai
hote hote hote, pyar hota hai
ho yeh ladka hai allah kaisa hai divana

ho sakta hai dekho naa, samjho mittee ko sona
pal bhar kaa hasna ho jaye jivan bhar kaa rona
ho sakta hai dekho naa, samjho mittee ko sona
pal bhar kaa hasna ho jaye jivan bhar kaa rona
dekho jaldee me kabhee dil ko naa lagana
kitna mushkil hai tauba isko samjhana
ke dhire dhire dil bekarar hota hai
hote hote hote, pyar hota hai
oh yeh ladka hai allah kaisa hai divana

bholee ho tum kya jano, ab bhi mujhko pehchano
sapna tumhara mai hu, mano ya naa mano
bholee ho tum kya jano, ab bhi mujhko pehchano
sapna tumhara mai hu, mano ya naa mano
dekho nadanee se mujhe naa thukrana
nahee toh gatee hir hogee yeh tarana
ke dhire dhire dil bekarar hota hai
hote hote hote, pyar hota hai

This boy, oh God, a madness in his eyes,
How hard to reason, under these skies.
The heart grows restless, a whisper in the soul,
And slowly, surely, love takes its hold.
This boy, oh God, a madness in his eyes.

We've seen so much, we've learned along the way,
The heart's a trade, life's currency to pay.
We've seen so much, we've learned along the way,
The heart's a trade, life's currency to pay.
How can one fall, so quickly, into this craze?
How hard to reason, through these shadowed days.
The heart grows restless, a whisper in the soul,
And slowly, surely, love takes its hold.
This boy, oh God, a madness in his eyes.

What seems like dust, may turn to purest gold,
A moment's laughter, a lifetime to be told.
What seems like dust, may turn to purest gold,
A moment's laughter, a lifetime to be told.
Don't rush the fire, let your heart be free,
How hard to reason, what love might be.
The heart grows restless, a whisper in the soul,
And slowly, surely, love takes its hold.
This boy, oh God, a madness in his eyes.

So innocent, you do not yet perceive,
Recognize me now, you must believe.
Your dream am I, whether you say yes or no,
So innocent, you do not yet perceive,
Recognize me now, you must believe.
Your dream am I, whether you say yes or no.
Don't spurn me now, with childish disregard,
Or you'll keep singing, this heartbroken bard.
The heart grows restless, a whisper in the soul,
And slowly, surely, love takes its hold.