tun tuna tun tun tuna
tun tun tuna tun tun tuna tun tun tuna
tun tun tuna tun tun tun tun tuna
tun tun tuna tun tun tuna
tun tun tuna tun tun tun tun tuna
hota hai, hota hai, hota hai, hota hai, hota hai
chalu main aksar, hota hai aksar
chot kahi lagti hai, jakar zakhm kahi par hota hai

ishq me, ishq me tun tuna, tun tun tun tuna
suraj se jalta hai falak aur daag zamin par hota hai
hota hai ishq me tun tuna, tun tun tun tuna

waqt ka faisla ishq ke haq me hua nahi
aashiq ko zanjire daal ke le gaye shehar se aur kahi
ishq me tun tuna, tun tun tun tuna
sab tarkibe karke dekhi, tel ki dibbiya bharke dekhi
jab tak teeli lage na unme, koi roshni jale na unme
mehndi rang dikhati hai tab, puri tarah pis jaati hai jab
mehndi rang dikhati hai tab, puri tarah pis jaati hai jab
hota hai, hota hai aksar hota hai, ishq me
ishq me chot kahi lagti hai, jakar zakhm kahi par hota hai
tuna tun tuna tun tun tuna tun tun tuna tun tun tuna

kabhi kabhi yu hi hota hai dost chhad jaate hain
lekin yaado ki lakeere bin bole bhi
kaano me kuch keh jaati hai, kaano me kuch keh jaati hai
haalat bhi khushk ho jaate hai par mitti par likhi
kuch dehrire reh jaati hai, kuch dehrire reh jaati hai
dhup pade to pak jati hai, kabhi kabhi yu hota hai
suraj se jalta falak aur daag zameen par hota hai
ishq me tun tuna tuna

hota hai, hota hai, hota hai
hota hai ishq me hota hai, hota hai junun me hota hai
hota hai, hota hai, hota hai aksar hota hai
hota hai ishq me, hota hai junun me
hota hai, hota hai, hota hai
chot kahi lagti hai, jakar zakhm kahi par hota hai
hota hai, hota hai, hota hai, o mirzya

Humming echoes, a rhythm untold,
A tapestry woven, in stories of old.
It happens, it happens, a constant refrain,
I wander, I stumble, through sunshine and rain.
A wound finds its echo, a scar takes its hold.

In love, in love, the humming takes flight,
The sun scorches the heavens, leaving marks on the night.
It happens in love, the humming's embrace.

Time's judgment falters, love's plea unheard,
Lovers are chained, exiled by the word.
In love, the humming, a mournful sound.
All methods explored, a lamp filled with oil,
Unless the wick ignites, the darkness will boil.
Henna reveals its hue, when ground to its core,
Henna reveals its hue, when ground to its core.
It happens, it happens, it often appears, in love,
The wound finds its mark, the scar takes its hold,
Humming echoes, a story of old.

Sometimes, it happens, friends slip away,
But the lines of remembrance, in silence, still play,
Whispering secrets, the echoes they keep.
Even circumstances become dry,
But traces remain, etched under the sky.
Baked in the sun, a cleansing begun,
Sometimes it happens, the sun scorches the heavens, leaving marks on the night.
In love, the humming, a story of old.

It happens, it happens, it is so.
It happens in love, in passion's fierce glow.
It happens, it happens, it often appears.
It happens in love, it happens in heat.
It happens, it happens, it is complete.
A wound finds its mark, the scar takes its hold.
It happens, it happens, it is so, O Mirzya.