kisi ka dil chura lena badi pyari shararat hai
kisi ka dil chura lena badi pyari shararat hai
gila ham kya kare iska hasino ki ye aadat hai
kisi ka dil chura lena badi pyari shararat hai

jo dil ko churaye usi ko dil chahe
azab hai fasana dil ka
jo apna banaye usi ka ban jaye
ye chalan hai purana dil ka
chalan hai purana dil ka
kasam apni ke is dil ki badi bholi tabiyat hai
kisi ka dil chura lena badi pyari shararat hai

nigahe katilana adaye jalimana
to jaye najrana hi sahi
kisi pe mar jana hai jine ka bahana
dil apna diwana hi sahi haye diwana hi sahi
mare na dil khushi se yu ye katil dil khubsurat hai
kisi ka dil chura lena badi pyari shararat hai

najar takraye to sar ko jhukaye
sharam ke bahane se koi
gajab or dhaye hasin bana jaye
badan ko churane se koi churane se koi
ye sharmana ye ghabrana ada hai ya kayamat hai
kisi ka dil chura lena badi pyari shararat hai

To steal a heart, a tender jest,
A game of love, divinely blessed.
How can we chide, when beauty's way,
Is stealing hearts, come what may?
To steal a heart, a tender jest.

The heart desires the one who steals,
A tale of love, the heart reveals.
To those who claim, it does belong,
An ancient path, the heart's sweet song.
An ancient path, the heart's sweet song.
By my own vow, this heart so pure,
Believes such games, and will endure.
To steal a heart, a tender jest.

Eyes that kill, and cruel embrace,
A gift of love, in time and space.
To die for love, a reason to live,
My heart is mad, it must forgive.
My heart is mad, it must forgive.
It dies with joy, this killer heart,
A beautiful soul, a work of art.
To steal a heart, a tender jest.

When eyes meet, the head will bend,
Beneath the blush, a path to transcend.
More wonders bloom, the beauty grows,
When bodies steal what the heart bestows.
When bodies steal what the heart bestows.
This shyness born, this tremor deep,
A storm of grace, secrets to keep.
To steal a heart, a tender jest.