bachpan mohe piche bulaye
yowan aage khiche
bachpan mohe piche bulaye
yowan aage khiche
mai diwani daudi firti
dono ke aage piche
koi bhi mere hath na aaye re
karu kya mai haye re haye re
bachpan mohe piche bulaye
yowan aage khiche
bachpan

mayur saman mora nache re jiya
kisi ne mujhe aise badal diya
mayur saman mora nache re jiya
kisi ne mujhe aise badal diya
ho khil utha yu mera tan man
khil utha yu mera tan man
jaise ke bag bagiche
karu kya mai haye re haye re
bachpan mohe piche bulaye
yowan aage khiche
bachpan

ang ang more koi bansuri bajaye
bansuri ki dhun mohe bawri banaye
o ang ang more koi bansuri bajaye
bansuri ki dhun mohe bawri banaye
ho jiya chahu sunti hi jau re
ho jiya chahu sunti hi jau re
koi bhi mere hath na aaye re
karu kya mai haye re haye re
bachpan mohe piche bulaye
yowan aage khiche
bachpan mohe piche bulaye
yowan aage khiche
mai diwani daudi firti
dono ke aage piche
koi bhi mere hath na aaye re
karu kya mai haye re haye re
haye re haye re bachpan

Childhood calls me back,
Youth pulls me forth,
Childhood calls me back,
Youth pulls me forth.
A madwoman, I run,
Before and after, I roam,
Neither grasps my hand, ah!
What shall I do, alas, alas?
Childhood calls me back,
Youth pulls me forth,
Childhood.

My heart, a peacock, dances now,
Someone has transformed me somehow,
My heart, a peacock, dances now,
Someone has transformed me somehow.
My body, my mind bloom so now,
My body, my mind bloom so now,
Like gardens and flowers abound.
What shall I do, alas, alas?
Childhood calls me back,
Youth pulls me forth,
Childhood.

In every limb, a flute now plays,
Its melody makes me go astray,
Oh, in every limb, a flute now plays,
Its melody makes me go astray.
My heart desires to only hear,
My heart desires to only hear,
Neither grasps my hand, ah!
What shall I do, alas, alas?
Childhood calls me back,
Youth pulls me forth,
Childhood calls me back,
Youth pulls me forth.
A madwoman, I run,
Before and after, I roam,
Neither grasps my hand, ah!
What shall I do, alas, alas?
Alas, alas, childhood.