ho ho ho

aapki yaad aaye to
dil kya kare
dil jo dil ko churaye to
dil kya kare

aapki yaad aaye to
dil kya kare
dil jo dil ko churaye to
dil kya kare

shikwa bhi aapse
shikayat bhi aapse
gussa bhi aapse
mohabbat bhi aapse

aapke bina jeeya ab na jaye to

dil kya kare

aapki yaad aaye to
dil kya kare
dil jo dil ko churaye to
dil kya kare

shikwa bhi aapse
shikayat bhi aapse
gussa bhi aapse
mohabbat bhi aapse

aapke bina jeeya ab na jaye to
dil kya kare

aapki yaad aaye to
dil kya kare
dil jo dil ko churaye to
dil kya kare


apne dilbar ke
apne mehbub ke
aankho ne dekha
aankho me dub ke

apne dilbar ke
apne mehbub ke
aankho ne dekha
aankho me dub ke

achha na aise me
tadpana
diwana
mai tera diwana

jaldi se baaho me aa jana
janejahan

koi aashiq banaye to
dil kya kare
dil jo dil ko churaye to
dil kya kare

shikwa bhi aapse
shikayat bhi aapse

gussa bhi aapse
mohabbat bhi aapse
aapke bina jeeya ab na jaye to
dil kya kare
aapki yaad aaye to
dil kya kare
dil jo dil ko churaye to
dil kya kare

aapki yaad aaye to
dil kya kare
dil jo dil ko churaye to
dil kya kare

When your memory haunts, what can the heart do?
When the heart steals itself, what can the heart do?
When your memory haunts, what can the heart do?
When the heart steals itself, what can the heart do?

Grievance is yours, complaint is yours too,
Anger is yours, and love, eternally true.
Without you, life cannot continue, what can the heart do?

When your memory haunts, what can the heart do?
When the heart steals itself, what can the heart do?

Grievance is yours, complaint is yours too,
Anger is yours, and love, eternally true.
Without you, life cannot continue, what can the heart do?

When your memory haunts, what can the heart do?
When the heart steals itself, what can the heart do?

Of my Beloved, my own adored,
Eyes have seen, in eyes, poured.
Of my Beloved, my own adored,
Eyes have seen, in eyes, poured.

Do not torment me so, my dear,
I am your mad one, held so near.
Come quickly, within my embrace,
My life, my world, my sacred space.

When a lover is made, what can the heart do?
When the heart steals itself, what can the heart do?
When your memory haunts, what can the heart do?
When the heart steals itself, what can the heart do?

More than all, I give my love to you,
Seeing you, I live and die anew.
More than all, I give my love to you,
Seeing you, I live and die anew.

On my lips, thorns of longing grow,
Days are drenched, and nights bestow,
Ask not of meetings, the depths below,
My life, my world, the seeds I sow.

When each moment tortures, what can the heart do?
When the heart steals itself, what can the heart do?
When your memory haunts, what can the heart do?
When the heart steals itself, what can the heart do?

Grievance is yours, complaint is yours too,
Anger is yours, and love, eternally true.
Without you, life cannot continue, what can the heart do?

When your memory haunts, what can the heart do?
When the heart steals itself, what can the heart do?
When your memory haunts, what can the heart do?
When the heart steals itself, what can the heart do?