bachpan ke din bachpan ke din
bachpan ke din bhi kyaa din the
haay haay
bachpan ke din bhi kyaa din the
udte phirte titli ban ke
bachpan bachpan ke din bhi kyaa din the
udte phirte titli ban ke bachapan

wahan phirte the ham phulon mein pade
jahaan dhundhte sab hame chhote bade
wahan phirte the ham phulon mein pade
jahaan dhundhte sab hame chhote bade
thak jaate the ham kaliyaan chunte
bachpan ke din bhi kyaa din the
udte phirte titli ban ke bachpan

kabhi roye to aap hi hans diye ham
chhoti chhoti khushi chhote chhote wo gham
haay re haay haay haay haay re haay
kabhi roye to aap hi hans diye ham
chhoti chhoti khushi chhote chhote wo gham
haay kyaa din the wo bhii kyaa din the
bachapan ke din bhi kyaa din the
udte phirte titli ban ke bachapan
bachpan ke din bhi kyaa din the
udte phirte titli ban ke bachpan

Days of childhood, oh, the days,
What days they were, a blur of haze.
Oh, those days of childhood's grace,
Flying, flitting, in a butterfly's embrace.

We wandered then, in fields of bloom,
Where small and tall, sought our room.
We wandered then, in flowers' keep,
While elders sought us, fast asleep.
We'd tire then, from gathering buds,
Days of childhood, understood.
Flying, flitting, in a butterfly's embrace.

If tears would fall, then laughter came,
Small joys, small sorrows, just the same.
Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Oh, what days were those,
Small joys, small sorrows, as life just chose.
Oh, what days they were, the days of youth,
Days of childhood, pure and uncouth.
Flying, flitting, in a butterfly's embrace.
Days of childhood, oh, the days,
Flying, flitting, in a butterfly's embrace.