rim jhim rim jhim rum jhum rum jhum
bhigi bhigi rut me tum ham ham tum chalate hai chalate hai
bajataa hai jalatarag gir ke chhat pe jab motiyo jaisa jal barasaae
bundo ki ye jhadi laai hai vo ghadi jisake liye ham tarase
bajataa hai jalatarag gir ke chhat pe jab motiyo jaisa jal barasaae
bundo ki ye jhadi laai hai vo ghadi jisake liye ham tarase
ha ha rim jhim rim jhim rum jhum rum jhum
bhigi bhigi rut me tum ham ham tum
chalate hai chalate hai

badal ki chaadare odhe hai vaadiyaa saari dishaaye soi hai
sapano ke gaao me bhigi si chhaanv me do aatmaae khoi hai
badal ki chaadare odhe hai vaadiyaa saari dishaaye soi hai
sapano ke gaao me bhigi si chhaanv me do aatmaae khoi hai
rim jhim rim jhim la la rum jhum rum jhum la la
bhigi bhigi rut me ha ha tum ham ham tum
ho chalate hai chalate hai

aai hai dekhane jhilo ke aaine baalo ko khole ghataae
raahe dhuaan dhuaan jaaege ham kahaan aao yahi rah jaae
aai hai dekhane jhilo ke aaine baalo ko khole ghataae
raahe dhuaan dhuaan jaaege ham kahaan aao yahi rah jaae
rim jhim rim jhim rim jhim rum jhum rum jhum rum jhum
bhigi bhigi rut me rut me tum ham ham tum
ho chalate hai chalate hai
rim jhim rim jhim rim jhim rim jhim
rum jhum rum jhum rum jhum rum jhum
bhigi bhigi rut me bhigi bhigi rut me tum ham ham tum
ho chalate hai ho chalate hai

Drizzle whispers, a rhythm untold,
In drenched seasons, you and I, we walk, we stroll.
Water drums beat, on the roof they descend,
Like pearls of the rain, a melody to lend.
This downpour of drops, the moment we crave,
The rhythm of water, a soul to save.
Ha ha, drizzle whispers, a rhythm untold,
In drenched seasons, you and I, we walk, we stroll.

The valleys draped in clouds' embrace,
All directions slumber in this sacred space.
In dream villages, in shadows so deep,
Two souls entwined, secrets to keep.
The valleys draped in clouds' embrace,
All directions slumber in this sacred space.
In dream villages, in shadows so deep,
Two souls entwined, secrets to keep.
Drizzle whispers, a rhythm untold,
In drenched seasons, ha ha, you and I, we stroll.

Lakes hold mirrors, where shadows play,
The clouds unfurl, in disarray.
Paths become smoke, where do we go?
Let's linger here, where the soft winds blow.
Lakes hold mirrors, where shadows play,
The clouds unfurl, in disarray.
Paths become smoke, where do we go?
Let's linger here, where the soft winds blow.
Drizzle whispers, a rhythm untold,
In drenched seasons, you and I, we walk, we stroll.
Drizzle whispers, drizzle falls,
A rhythm for the spirit calls.
In drenched seasons, you and I, we stroll.