kacche rang utar jane do
mausam hai gujar jane do
kacche rang utar jane do
mausam hai gujar jane do
kacche rang utar jane do
mausam hai gujar jane do
kacche rang utar jane do

sisam ke patto pe pani
bund bund bajta rahta hai
barish bit bhi jaye to
der talak tapka rahta hai
bundo se bhigo dena
barisho ki aadat thi
barisho ki aadat hai
ye bauchhar gujar jane do
kacche rang utar jane do
mausam hai gujar jane do

udte huye sukhe tinko ka
jodna aur pirona kya
andhe phulo ka shakho pe
hona aur na hona kya
rang badal lena mausamo ki aadat thi
rang badal lena mausamo ki aadat hai
shakhe khali kar jane do
kacche rang utar jane do
mausam hai gujar jane do
kacche rang utar jane do
mausam hai gujar jane do
kacche rang utar jane do
mausam hai gujar jane do
kacche rang utar jane do

Let the raw hues fade,
Let the seasons pass away.
Let the raw hues fade,
Let the seasons pass away.
Let the raw hues fade,
Let the seasons pass away.
Let the raw hues fade.

Upon the teak's leaves, water weeps,
Each drop a whispered chime.
Though rain departs, its echo sleeps,
A lingering of time.
To drench with tears, the downpour's way,
The rain's familiar art.
The rain's familiar way,
Let this shower drift away.
Let the raw hues fade,
Let the seasons pass away.

To gather, thread, the fragile straw,
What worth in such a deed?
For blind blooms on the branches draw,
To bloom, or not to bleed.
To change their colors, seasons' need,
The seasons' changeling art.
The seasons' changeling art,
Let the boughs be bare instead.
Let the raw hues fade,
Let the seasons pass away.
Let the raw hues fade,
Let the seasons pass away.
Let the raw hues fade,
Let the seasons pass away.
Let the raw hues fade.