rang puredi rang rangili
ladaki chhail chabili usade
chanchal nain kataar
are chanchal nain kataar
de usaka roop bana hatiyaar
usake roop se katal huye toh
charcha shuru huva
nagaada nagaada nagaada baja
nagaada nagaada nagaada baja

rang puredi rang rangili
chhail chabili naar
chanchal nain kataar de
usaka roop tej talwaar
usake roop se katal huye
toh charcha shuru huva
nagaada nagaada nagaada baja
nagaada nagaada nagaada baja

jab bhi woh ladaki
khidaki pe aaye
koi usako dekh mare
koi dil deke mar jaaye
are gujare gali muhalle se
toh mela sa lag jaata tha
har ik aashiq id manaata
bhangada paata tha
khatam na hota deewaano
ka jabse shuru huaa
nagaada nagaada nagaada baja
nagaada nagaada nagaada baja


meri bhari jawaani ve raanjhana
jayo ganne di pori
neina nu samjha le karde
rup mere di chori
meri bhari jawaani ve raanjhana
jayo ganne di pori
neina nu samjha le karde
rup mere di chori
neina nu samjha le karde
rup mere di chori
are bachpan se usaka
ek deewaana tha
jisaka kaam gali ke
aashiq pare hataana tha
dil se jisako maan raha tha
apane dil ki raani woh
aur kisipe hi marati thi
marjaani woh
ek kahaani khatam toh
duja kissa shuru huwa
nagaada nagaada nagaada baja
nagaada nagaada nagaada baja


rang puredi rang rangili
chhail chabili naar
chanchal nain kataar de
usaka roop tej talwaar
usake roop se katal huye
toh charcha shuru huva
nagaada nagaada nagaada baja
nagaada nagaada nagaada baja
nagaada nagaada nagaada baja

lyrics typed by : kavita golden

A canvas of hues, a girl of vibrant grace,
Her eyes, a restless, dancing, captivating space.
Oh, those eyes, a restless, captivating trace!
Her beauty, a weapon, a form so divine,
Where souls are slain, where destinies entwine.
Beat the drum, beat the drum, let the echoes resound!

A canvas of hues, a girl of vibrant grace,
Her eyes, a restless, dancing, captivating space.
Oh, those eyes, a restless, captivating trace!
Her beauty, a weapon, a form so divine,
Where souls are slain, where destinies entwine.
Beat the drum, beat the drum, let the echoes resound!

When she'd grace the window's frame,
One would fall, consumed by flame.
Some, their hearts they’d freely lend,
To die in love that knows no end.
Through the lanes, a festival’s gleam,
Every lover, lost in a dream.
Each one found his Eid,
Bhangra’s rhythm, nothing could impede.
The madness, never to cease,
Since the drum began to increase.
Beat the drum, beat the drum, let the echoes resound!

My youth, a field of sugarcane,
Oh, my love, you can’t look away to abstain.
Those eyes, they steal, they never cease,
My beauty stolen, finding no peace.
Since childhood, one, her devoted slave,
His task, to keep the others from the wave.
She, his queen, his heart's desire,
Yet for another, she'd catch fire.
One tale ends, another starts to play,
Beat the drum, beat the drum, this very day!

A canvas of hues, a girl of vibrant grace,
Her eyes, a restless, dancing, captivating space.
Oh, those eyes, a restless, captivating trace!
Her beauty, a weapon, a form so divine,
Where souls are slain, where destinies entwine.
Beat the drum, beat the drum, let the echoes resound!