vo dekhne me kaisa sidha saada lagta
hai bolta ke wo to kuch nahi samajhata
andar se kitna tej hai
kabhi ajib sa, kabhi hasin lagta
kabhi kisi kitab ka hai scene lagta
philosophy ka craze hai
kehta hai ye ik phase hai
kehta hai ye ik phase hai, hhhuuuu

He seems so simple, a gentle gaze,
A quiet tongue that feigns a maze.
But swift the spirit flows.

Sometimes strange, sometimes a dawn,
A scene from pages, newly born,
Philosophy's wild rose.
He whispers, "This is but a phase."
He whispers, "This is but a phase,"
Hooo...