aaj shaam ko saat baje, ham bachcho ka baind baje
aaj shaam ko saat baje, ham bachcho ka baind baje
waqt pe aana bhiya, tikit katana bhaiya
waqt pe aana, tikit katana
ek ek aana bas
hamara sasta hain srkas
nachata hansta hain sarkas, dilo me basta hain sarkas
aaj shaam ko saat baje

sabse pahle bajegi ghnti tan tan tan tan tan
thokar se jokar niklega, nachega ban than
kisi se nahi darega, ki niche sar ko karega
gadho ki ghans charega
hamara sasta hain srkas
nachata hansta hain sarkas, dilo me basta hain sarkas
aaj shaam ko saat baje

dekho dekho dekho udhar dekho idhar dekho
usko dekho mujhko dekho
dekhna babu bakri ka bachcha, sher se nahi darega
dekhna babu bakri ka bachcha, sher se nahi darega
haathi dhol bajayega, aur bandr naach karega
dimak dimak dim dimak dimak dim
hasoge dekhke tum khil khil
jab chalayega bhalu sayikil
la la la la la la la
ki chakkar aise lagenge, li machchhar sare bhagenge
maja na aaye agar to, tikit ke paise vapas
hamara sasta hain srkas
nachata hansta hain sarkas, dilo me basta hain sarkas
aaj shaam ko saat baje, ham bachcho ka baind baje

At seven this eve, our children's band will play,
At seven this eve, the soul starts its ballet.
Come on time, dear souls, secure your entry,
Come on time, the price is not heavy.
One by one, embrace,
Our circus, a cheap embrace.
Dancing, laughing, the soul's embrace,
Within hearts, its space.
At seven this eve.

First, the bell will toll, ting-a-ling-ling-ting,
From the tumble, a jester springs,
He'll dance with a flair, a vibrant thing.
Fearing no one, he'll bow his head low,
And graze on the donkey's grass, you know.
Our circus, a cheap embrace,
Dancing, laughing, the soul's embrace,
Within hearts, its space.
At seven this eve.

Look there, oh look, and gaze over here,
Observe him, and let your spirit be clear.
Behold, the kid that fearlessly defies,
The lion's roar, in its innocent guise.
The elephant's drum will sound with might,
And monkeys will dance in pure delight.
*Dimak, dimak, dim, dimak, dim*
Laughter will bloom, a joyful hymn
As the bear rides his cycle with glee,
*La, la, la, la, la, la*
The world will spin with ecstasy,
As mosquitoes flee, they cannot stay.
If joy you lack, and your heart's not bright,
We'll return your fee, with all our might.
Our circus, a cheap embrace,
Dancing, laughing, the soul's embrace,
Within hearts, its space.
At seven this eve, our children's band will play.