rup ka nasha hai
jawani ka nasha hai kisi ko
daulat ka nasha hai
to shohrat ka nasha hai kisi ko
mujhko tere pyaar ka nasha hai
mujhko mere yaar ka nasha hai
rup ka nasha hai
jawani ka nasha hai kisi ko
daulat ka nasha hai
to shohrat ka nasha hai kisi ko

pyaalo ki surat me bunde kyu lab gulaabi
chahat jo mil jaaye koi kyu ho sharaabi
najro se tujhe chumu
tujhe dekhun aur jhumu, jhumu
mujhe tere didaar ka nasha hai
mujhe tere didaar ka nasha hai
rup ka nasha hai
jawani ka nasha hai kisi ko
daulat ka nasha hai
to shohrat ka nasha hai kisi ko

tujhko na chhodungi do jaha chhod dungi
dil ko na todungi jaam ko tod dungi
maikhaane me kya hai
pemaane me kya hai, kya hai
mujhe mere dildaar ka nasha hai
mujhe mere dildaar ka nasha hai
rup ka nasha hai
jawani ka nasha hai kisi ko
daulat ka nasha hai
to shohrat ka nasha hai kisi ko
mujhko tere pyaar ka nasha hai
mujhko mere yaar ka nasha hai
rup ka nasha hai
jawani ka nasha hai kisi ko
daulat ka nasha hai
to shohrat ka nasha hai kisi ko

Some crave the form, a fleeting high,
Youth's dizzying rush, that passes by.
Some chase the wealth, a gilded cage,
Or fame's loud roar upon life's stage.
But I, I'm drunk on your sweet grace,
Lost in the love of your embrace.
Some crave the form, a fleeting high,
Youth's dizzying rush, that passes by.
Some chase the wealth, a gilded cage,
Or fame's loud roar upon life's stage.

Why seek the blush of wine's false kiss,
When love's true draught, I cannot miss?
If love is found, why thirst for more?
My lips shall drink, and I adore.
With eyes, I'll kiss your every face,
And dance within your time and space.
Drunk on the vision, I now see,
Drunk on the vision, only thee.
Some crave the form, a fleeting high,
Youth's dizzying rush, that passes by.
Some chase the wealth, a gilded cage,
Or fame's loud roar upon life's stage.

I’ll never leave, though worlds may fall,
My heart won't break, I'll break them all.
What’s in the tavern, in the wine?
My love's the only drink divine.
Drunk on the love that fills my core,
Drunk on the love, and nothing more.
Some crave the form, a fleeting high,
Youth's dizzying rush, that passes by.
Some chase the wealth, a gilded cage,
Or fame's loud roar upon life's stage.
But I, I'm drunk on your sweet grace,
Lost in the love of your embrace.
Some crave the form, a fleeting high,
Youth's dizzying rush, that passes by.
Some chase the wealth, a gilded cage,
Or fame's loud roar upon life's stage.