garaj baras saawan ghir aayo
garaj baras saawan ghir aayo

garaj baras saawan ghir aayo
garaj baras saawan ghir aayo
garaj baras saawan ghir aayo
garaj baras saawan ghir aayo

dekho kaise anjane rasto pe barse ghata
aao le le matvali mastani rut ka maja
garaj baras saawan ghir aayo
garaj baras saawan ghir aayo

aa aa bhi ja meri jaan aa bhi ja
chahe too jeher de ya jeene ki dua
kaisa yeh nata hai saanso se saanso ka
sun toh le de sada bheegi bheegi faja

ye jindagi rango me dubegi
suramai shaam yeh bhulegi na kabhi
koi toh baate ho aankho se aankho ki
pyaar ki roshani jalti bujhti hui

garaj baras saawan ghir aayo
garaj baras saawan ghir aayo
garaj baras saawan ghir aayo
garaj baras saawan ghir aayo

aao dhundhe mil ke khushiyo ka lamha koi
sine me jo bhadke toh bhadkaye shola koi

garaj baras saawan ghir aayo
garaj baras saawan ghir aayo
garaj baras saawan ghir aayo
garaj baras saawan ghir aayo

garaj baras saawan ghir aayo
garaj baras saawan ghir aayo
garaj baras saawan ghir aayo
garaj baras saawan ghir aayo

garaj baras saawan ghir aayo
garaj baras saawan ghir aayo
garaj baras saawan ghir aayo
garaj baras saawan ghir aayo

garaj baras saawan ghir aayo


lyrics typed by: neha gupta

The monsoon's pulse, a gathering of grey,
The monsoon's pulse, it comes to stay.
The monsoon's pulse, a weeping, sky-born tear,
The monsoon's pulse, the end is near.
The monsoon's pulse, a whispering of rain,
The monsoon's pulse, a soothing pain.
The monsoon's pulse, a silent, weeping prayer.

Behold, the clouds cascade on pathways unknown,
Come, embrace the wild and drunken tone.
The monsoon's pulse, a gathering of grey,
The monsoon's pulse, it comes to stay.

Come, oh, come, my love, and be with me,
Whether poison or life's sweet decree.
What bond is this, of breath to breath so deep?
Listen to the soaked and whispered sleep.

This life will drown in hues of light,
This twilight's memory, burning bright.
Let eyes converse, a silent plea,
Love's flickering ember, for all to see.

The monsoon's pulse, a gathering of grey,
The monsoon's pulse, it comes to stay.
The monsoon's pulse, a weeping, sky-born tear,
The monsoon's pulse, the end is near.

Let us seek, together, moments of delight,
A spark within, to set the soul alight.
The monsoon's pulse, a gathering of grey,
The monsoon's pulse, it comes to stay.
The monsoon's pulse, a weeping, sky-born tear,
The monsoon's pulse, the end is near.

The monsoon's pulse, a gathering of grey,
The monsoon's pulse, it comes to stay.
The monsoon's pulse, a weeping, sky-born tear,
The monsoon's pulse, the end is near.
The monsoon's pulse, a silent, weeping prayer.