mausam bada suhaana hai achchha ji
o iska ek afsana hai achchha ji
mausam bada suhaana hai achchha ji haan haan
o iska ek afsaana hai achchha ji
ha pata hai tumako is mausam ko pyar ka mausam kehte hai
is mausam mein pyar bhare dil pagle milte rehte hai

o o mujhe nahi pata main to yahaan pardesi hun
des pardes pyaar mein kaisa des pardes
des mein ho ya pardes mein ho par pyaar ka dhang to ek sa hai
des mein ho ya pardes mein ho par pyaar ka dhang to ek sa hai
alag alag hai taswire par pyaar ka rang to ek sa hai
i am very very sorry i am color blind kya
are pagali samajhi nahi meri najar jara kamjor hai oh
mausam bada suhaana hai achchha ji samajhe
o iska ek afsaana hai achchha ji are baaba sun liya sun liya

najar se hi kamjor nahi ho dil se bhi kamjor ho tum
najar se hi kamjor nahi ho dil se bhi kamjor ho tum
phir bhi tumse keh deti hun suno mere chit chor ho tum
chor oy main chor nahi hun main pulice afsar hun
mausam bada suhaana hai hmm achchha ji ab to samajho
iska ek afsaana hai are baaba kitani baar kahogi haan

ab tum jara sambhal ke rehana aur dekhana jor mera
ab tum jara sambhal ke rehana aur dekhana jor mera
mujhe khabar hai laakhon mein bas ek hi hai chitchor mera
mausam bada suhaana hai haan achchha ji
haan iska ek afsaana hai oh ho achchha ji
mausam bada suhaana hai achchha ji
are iska ek afsaana hai achchha ji
are mausam bada suhaana hai achchha ji

The season whispers sweet, ah yes,
A tale the breezes now confess, ah yes.
The season whispers sweet, ah yes,
A tale the breezes now confess, ah yes.
They say this is love's season, you know,
Where hearts entwined, their passions grow.

Oh, I'm a stranger here, I must confess,
In love's land, what is home, what is wilderness?
Whether homeland or a distant shore,
Love's language speaks the same at its core.
Though faces change, the feeling's true,
I'm so, so sorry, colorblind, it's true!
My sight is weak, I stumble and I fall,
The season whispers sweet, understanding all.

Ah, you're not just weak of sight, but heart as well,
You're not just weak of sight, but heart as well.
Yet still I say, my heart's thief, you'll dwell
Within my soul, a story I shall tell.
Thief? No, I'm no thief! A guardian's hand, I hold!
The season whispers sweet, now grasp the mold!
A tale the breezes now confess, I'm told.

Now, be warned, and feel my strength arise,
Now, be warned, and see the fire in my eyes.
I know of millions, one who truly satisfies,
My heart's thief, a love that never dies.
The season whispers sweet, ah yes,
A tale the breezes now confess, ah yes.
The season whispers sweet, ah yes,
A tale the breezes now confess, ah yes.
The season whispers sweet, ah yes.