chhoti chhoti dikhti thi
badi badi lagti ho
nayi nayi aai hain jawani
ghadi ghadi karne lage
baate tum badi badi
tumko hain kya pareshani
chhoti chhoti dikhti thi
badi badi lagti ho
nayi nayi aai hain jawani
ghadi ghadi karne lage
baate tum badi badi
tumko hain kya pareshani
najrana dete jana
aji na na abhi na na

are re re re re re re
ye kya karne lage ho
had se gujarne lage ho
are re re re re re re
tum kyo darne lagi ho
sharma ke marne lagi ho
aao kare pyar ham, bachpan ke yaar ham
hamse ye parda hain kaisa
chhoti chhoti dikhti thi
badi badi lagti ho
nayi nayi aai hain jawani
ghadi ghadi karne lage
baate tum badi badi
tumko hain kya pareshani
najrana dete jana
aji na na abhi na na

are re re re re re re
bahiya kamar me na dalo
utha ke yun na uchhalo
are re re re re re re
chadhti umar ki bahare
ban jayegi kya divare
hua jo bhi bachpan me, hoga kaise yovan me
chahe to kar na sake ham
chhoti chhoti dikhti thi
badi badi lagti ho
nayi nayi aai hain jawani
ghadi ghadi karne lage
baate tum badi badi
tumko hain kya pareshani
najrana dete jana
aji na na abhi na na
najrana dete jana
aji na na abhi na na

A wisp of a thing, once,
Now, a mountain of being.
Youth's bloom, a fresh dawn,
Words, bold as the sun, rise.
What shadows chase you?
A wisp of a thing, once,
Now, a mountain of being.
Youth's bloom, a fresh dawn,
Words, bold as the sun, rise.
What shadows chase you?
A gift you must give,
No, no, not yet, never.

Ah, ah, ah, what's this dance?
Venturing past the edge.
Ah, ah, ah, why this fear?
Blushing, as if to die.
Come, let's love, childhood friends,
Why this veil between us?
A wisp of a thing, once,
Now, a mountain of being.
Youth's bloom, a fresh dawn,
Words, bold as the sun, rise.
What shadows chase you?
A gift you must give,
No, no, not yet, never.

Ah, ah, ah, hands, from the waist, stay,
Do not lift and toss me away.
Ah, ah, ah, youth's rising tide,
Can it build walls of pride?
Childhood's embrace, how will it fare,
In youth's fire, if we dare not?
A wisp of a thing, once,
Now, a mountain of being.
Youth's bloom, a fresh dawn,
Words, bold as the sun, rise.
What shadows chase you?
A gift you must give, yes.
No, no, not yet, never.
A gift you must give, yes.
No, no, not yet, never.