aaja shor macha le shor macha le shor
aaja shor macha le shor macha le shor
aaja shor macha le shor macha le shor
tumhara pyar mujhko chahiye kuch aur
jor nahi chalta mere dil pe bhi mera jor
aaja shor macha le shor macha le shor
tumhara pyar mujhko chahiye kuch aur

jane ye dil me kya hota hai tere khyalo me khota hai
teri nigaho ki masti me tujhko ye aksar dubota hai
uf nasha ye pyar ka dekho na sar chadh ke bole
hosh par jo cha jaye yaro ye to houle houle
hamko to hai bas teri justju
aaja shor macha le shor macha le shor
aaja shor macha le shor macha le shor
tumhara pyar mujhko chahiye kuch aur
aaja shor macha le shor macha le shor

ishk to pagalpan hota hai jo bhi ho isme kam hota hai
aake na jaye jindagani se ye aisa mousam hota hai
jaan ye jane ko hai aakar bacha le mujhe
apni dhadkano ki dhadkan bana le mujhe
baki rahe na koi bhi aarju
aaja shor macha le shor macha le shor
aaja shor macha le shor macha le shor
tumhara pyar mujhko chahiye kuch aur
aaja shor macha le shor macha le shor
aaja shor macha le shor macha le shor
tumhara pyar mujhko chahiye kuch aur
aaja shor macha le shor macha le shor

Come, let the uproar begin, let the clamor resound.
Come, let the uproar begin, let the clamor resound.
Come, let the uproar begin, let the clamor resound.
Your love, I crave it, something more profound.
My heart's own force, it offers no ground.
Come, let the uproar begin, let the clamor resound.
Your love, I crave it, something more profound.

What stirs within, when lost in thoughts of you?
In the revelry of your eyes, it often finds its hue.
This intoxicating love, watch it rise and claim.
Slowly, softly, it steals away the frame.
I yearn for nothing but you, it's true.
Come, let the uproar begin, let the clamor resound.
Come, let the uproar begin, let the clamor resound.
Your love, I crave it, something more profound.
Come, let the uproar begin, let the clamor resound.

Love is a madness, a folly to embrace,
And in its depths, the moments never erase.
A season that arrives, never to depart,
Come, rescue me, before my soul does start.
Make me the rhythm of your heart's own beat,
Let no desire remain, bittersweet.
Come, let the uproar begin, let the clamor resound.
Come, let the uproar begin, let the clamor resound.
Your love, I crave it, something more profound.
Come, let the uproar begin, let the clamor resound.
Come, let the uproar begin, let the clamor resound.
Your love, I crave it, something more profound.
Come, let the uproar begin, let the clamor resound.