foolishq foolishq tera mera, foolishq foolishq tedha medha
foolishq foolishq tera mera, foolishq foolishq tedha medha
dil jispe aana naa ho, uspe hi aata hai kyu
jis tarfa jana na ho, us tarfa jata hai kyu, jata hai kyu
foolishq foolishq tera mera, foolishq foolishq tedha medha
foolishq foolishq kuch kuch mera, foolishq foolishq zyada tera

sansaniya tan man me, gadbadiya dhadkan me
karta hai, kyun karta hai
par iski sohbat me rehne ko phir bhi dil
karta hai, kyun karta hai
foolishq thoda hai ye mana, foolishq ka hi hai zamana
dil ko achha lagta hai to aankhe iss se kyun churana
kismat walo ko milta hai ye nazrana
foolishq foolishq tera mera, achchha hi hai tedha medha
foolishq foolishq tera mera, foolishq foolishq tedha medha

hontho pe aur kuch hai par dil me aur kuch hai
dono me ik toh sach hai
dil sachcha hoga to sach wo hi bolega
phir kaisi yeh mach-mach hai
foolishq dil ki nadaani hai, dil ki aadat bachkani hai
foolishq se hi darta hai yeh phir bhi foolishq karta hai yeh
bhula ke bhi bhulaya toh ye jaye na
foolishq foolishq tera mera, foolishq foolishq tedha medha
foolishq foolishq tera mera, achchha hi hai tedha medha

Love's a tangled bloom, yours and mine,
A crooked love, a twisted twine.
Yours and mine, this tangled bloom,
A crooked love, within this room.
Why does the heart fall where it shouldn't?
Why wander where one is forbidden?

Love's a tangled bloom, yours and mine,
A little bit mine, a lot more thine.

A tremor runs, confusion in the soul,
A discord in the heart takes hold.
Why this havoc, why this unrest?
Yet in its company, the heart finds rest.
Though a flawed love, this much is true,
The world itself is steeped in you.
If the heart finds joy, why hide away?
This gift, for the fortunate, to hold and sway.
Love's a tangled bloom, yours and mine,
It's good this love is a twisted sign.
Yours and mine, this tangled bloom,
A crooked love, within this room.

The lips speak one thing, the heart another,
And truth resides within, like a brother.
If the heart is true, the truth will rise,
Then why this turmoil in our eyes?
Love's the heart's folly, a childish game,
Though love it fears, still calls the same.
Even when forgotten, it can't be erased,
Love's a tangled bloom, time and space.
Yours and mine, this tangled bloom,
A crooked love, within this room.