ae kash kahi aisa hota, ke do dil hote sine me
ae kash kahi aisa hota, ke do dil hote sine me
ik toot bhi jata ishq me to
ik toot bhi jata ishq me to
taklif na hoti jine me, taklif na hoti jine me
ae kash kahi aisa hota, ke do dil hote sine me

sach kehte hai
sach kehte hai, log ke pi kar ranj nasha ban jata hai
koi bhi ho rog ye dil ka dard dawa ban jata hai
aag lagi ho is dil me to, aag lagi ho is dil me to
harz hai kya phir pine me, to harz hai kya phir pine me
ae kash kahi aisa hota, ke do dil hote sine me
ik toot bhi jata ishq me to
ik toot bhi jata ishq me to
taklif na hoti jine me, taklif na hoti jine me

bhool nahi sakta ye sadma yaad hamesha ayega
kisi ne aisa dard diya, jo barso mujhe tadpayega
bhar nahi sakte zakhm ye dil ke
bhar nahi sakte zakhm ye dil ke
koi sal mahine me, koi sal mahine me
ae kash kahi aisa hota, ke do dil hote sine me
ik toot bhi jata ishq me to
ik toot bhi jata ishq me to
taklif na hoti jine me, taklif na hoti jine me
ae kash kahi aisa hota, ke do dil hote sine me

Oh, if only it were so, two hearts within my chest,
Oh, if only it were so, two hearts within my chest,
If one should shatter in love's cruel test,
If one should shatter in love's cruel test,
The ache of living, then, wouldn't be expressed,
The ache of living, then, wouldn't be expressed.
Oh, if only it were so, two hearts within my chest.

They speak the truth,
They speak the truth, that sorrow, drunk, becomes a haze,
That daily, any pain of heart, a remedy displays.
If fire consumes within this soul,
If fire consumes within this soul,
What harm in then the drink that sways?
What harm in then the drink that sways?
Oh, if only it were so, two hearts within my chest,
If one should shatter in love's cruel test,
If one should shatter in love's cruel test,
The ache of living, then, wouldn't be expressed,
The ache of living, then, wouldn't be expressed.

This blow, I cannot cast away, the memory will remain,
A wound was dealt by one so deep, that years will bring the pain.
These wounds upon the heart, unhealed,
These wounds upon the heart, unhealed,
No months, no years, can them restrain,
No months, no years, can them restrain.
Oh, if only it were so, two hearts within my chest,
If one should shatter in love's cruel test,
If one should shatter in love's cruel test,
The ache of living, then, wouldn't be expressed,
The ache of living, then, wouldn't be expressed.
Oh, if only it were so, two hearts within my chest.