life yeh mausambi si
dekho taazi taazi hai
thodi hansi jo isme ghuli
to meethi ho jaati hai
hu din phir gujarte hain
aise maje main
jaise subah sunday ki ho
aur roz roz aati hai

aisi masti main buni, hai kahani ye bani
sunti hai isko agar, to sitiyaan hawa bajati hai
hu dhoop ke faware mein, shaam dhund lete hai
gum ke kisse phursat yahan, bus khusi samete hai

hu chote chote lamho se, jebbo ko bharte hai
hai phikr ki chadar nahi, chain hi lapete hai
hu aisi masti main buni, hai kahani ye bani
sunti hai isko agar, to sitiyaan hawa bajati hai

hu hu zindagi gujar rahi
hu hu dekho kya ye keh rahi
hu hu chaar din ki baat hai
hu hu jile pal jo saath hai
in palon hi main buni, hai kahani ye bani
sunti hai isko agar, to sitiyaan hawa bajati hai

Life, a citrus sun,
fresh and vibrant, see?
A laughter's gentle pour,
sweetens destiny.
Days now drift along,
a joyous, easy flow,
like Sunday's gentle dawn,
that daily starts anew.

Woven in this glee,
a tale that's taking hold,
If you but lend an ear,
the whistling winds unfold.
In fountains of the sun,
we seek the evening's grace,
Here, sorrow finds no room,
only joy we embrace.

With moments, small and bright,
we fill our pockets deep,
No cloak of worry worn,
but solace we do keep.
Woven in this glee,
a tale that's taking hold,
If you but lend an ear,
the whistling winds unfold.

Life, it does unwind,
Life, listen what it sings,
Life, but a fleeting rhyme,
Life, with the joy it brings.
In these moments spun,
a tale that's taking hold,
If you but lend an ear,
the whistling winds unfold.