aai jo rut suhaani teri yaad aa gai
mahki jo raat raani teri yaad aa gai
khud ko sambhale, khud ko sambhale
rakha tha yaado ki bheed me
kal aisa barsa pani
teri yaad aa gai

barsaat ki bheegi raaton me
barsaat ki, barsaat ki bheegi raaton me
barsaat ki bheegi raaton me
phir koi kahani yaad aayi
barsaat ki bheegi raaton me
phir koi kahani yaad aayi
kuch apna zamana yaad aaya
kuch apna zamana yaad aaya
kuch unki jawani yaad aayi
barsaat ki bheegi raaton me

hum bhool chuke the
kisne humein duniya me
akela chhod diya
hum bhool chuke the
kisne humein duniya me
akela chhod diya
jab gaur kiya to ek surat
jab gaur kiya to ek surat
jani pehchaani yaad aayi
jab gaur kiya to ek surat
jani pehchaani yaad aayi
kuch apna zamana yaad aaya

kuch panw ke chhale kuch aansu
kuch panw ke chhale kuch aansu
kuch tanhai kuch garde safar
kuch panw ke chhale kuch aansu
kuch panw ke chhale kuch aansu
kuch tanhai kuch garde safar
us bichhade huye humrahi ki
us bichhade huye humrahi ki
ek ek nishani yaad aayi
us bichhade huye humrahi ki
ek ek nishani yaad aayi
kuch apna zamana yaad aaya

hum chaak garewa aap hi the
hum chaak garewa aap hi the
kya kehte katil zamane ko
kya kehte katil zamane ko
jamane ko, jamane ko
kya kahte, kya kahte katil
hum chaak garewa han
hum chaak garewa aap hi the
kya kehte katil zamane ko
chheda jo, chheda jo paraya afsana
chheda jo paraya afsana
apni hi kahani yaad aayi
chheda jo paraya afsana
apni hi kahani yaad aayi
kuch apna zamana yaad aaya
kuch unki jawani yaad aayi
barsaat ki bheegi raaton me

When the season of joy arrived, your memory bloomed,
When night's queen perfumed the air, your echo consumed.
I held myself, I steadied my heart,
Amidst the throng of memories, a world apart.
Yesterday, the heavens wept, a deluge profound,
And in that downpour, your ghost was found.

In the drenched nights of rain,
In the drenched nights, in the drenched nights of rain,
In the drenched nights of rain,
A tale resurfaced, anew,
In the drenched nights of rain,
A tale resurfaced, true.
My own era resurfaced, a vibrant hue,
My own time resurfaced, for me and for you.
And her youth, her bloom, I knew.
In the drenched nights of rain.

I had forgotten,
Who had abandoned me to the world's cold plea,
I had forgotten,
Who had left me alone, for eternity.
Then, I looked closely, a familiar face did gleam,
Then, I looked closely, a recognizable dream.
My own era resurfaced, it would seem.

Some blisters on my feet, some tears I shed,
Some solitude, some dust from paths I tread.
Of that departed friend, a trace remained,
Each mark, each echo, my heart sustained.
My own era resurfaced, a life unchained.

I was the torn collar, the heart laid bare,
What could I say to the killer age, to the cruel snare?
To the age, to the age, to the cruel snare.
What could I say, what could I say, to the killer,
I was the torn collar, yes
I was the torn collar, the heart laid bare,
What could I say to the killer age, beyond compare?
When a stranger's story unfolded near,
When a stranger's story, I could hear,
My own story echoed, drawing near,
When a stranger's story, I could hear,
My own story echoed, drawing near,
My own era resurfaced, year after year,
In the drenched nights of rain.