din bahar ke hai aao pyar kar le
chup chap koi ikrar kar le
din bahar ke hai aao pyar kar le
chup chap koi ikrar kar le din bahar ke hai

dil ye chahe chand sitaro ko chule
in hawao ke sang in ghatao ke sang
jhula jhule jhula jhule jhule
dil ye chahe chand sitaro ko chule
in hawao ke sang in ghatao ke sang
jhula jhule jhula jhule jhule dil ye chahe

nayi raho me ghum ke chal diye aaj hum
gaya bachpan gaya ab jawani ne rakha kadam
naye arman hai naye tufan hai
ham to firte hai duniya ko ghume
yahi ghume ghume
dil ye chahe chand sitaro ko chule
in hawao ke sang in ghatao ke sang
jhula jhule jhula jhule jhule dil ye chahe

din bahar ke hai aao pyar kar le
chup chap koi ikrar kar le din bahar ke hai
mili ye najar jab kisi se to ghabra gaye
aise aankhe jhuki hum to khud se hi sharma gaye
kaisa jadu hai dil bekabu hai
hum to firte hai duniya ko ghume
yahi ghume ghume
dil ye chahe chand sitaro ko chule
in hawao ke sang in ghatao ke sang
jhula jhule jhula jhule jhule dil ye chahe
din bahar ke hai aao pyar kar le
chup chap koi ikrar kar le din bahar ke hai

The days of spring, let us love, embrace,
In silent whispers, find our truest space.
The days of spring, let us love, embrace,
In silent whispers, find our truest space, spring's days.

The heart desires to touch the moon and stars,
With these soft breezes, these cloud-laden bars,
To swing and sway, to dance in endless rings,
The heart desires, on hopeful, silver wings.
With these soft breezes, these cloud-laden bars,
To swing and sway, forever free from scars.

New paths unfold, we wander forth today,
Childhood's gone, youth has come to light the way.
New hopes ignite, new storms within our breast,
We wander the world, in search of truest rest,
And circle here, and circle, never cease.
The heart desires to touch the moon's release,
With these soft breezes, these cloud-laden bars,
To swing and sway, beyond all earthly bars.

The days of spring, let us love, embrace,
In silent whispers, find our truest space, spring's days.
Our eyes met gaze, a moment's sudden fright,
Then shyly fell, ashamed before the light.
A magic spell, the heart begins to roam,
We wander the world, far from home,
And circle here, and circle ever near.
The heart desires, the stars to hold so dear,
With these soft breezes, these cloud-laden bars,
To swing and sway, escaping all the scars.
The days of spring, let us love, embrace,
In silent whispers, find our truest space, spring's days.