kai sal pahle, kai sal pahle
ye din raat the jab sunhare ruphale
kai sal pahle
ye din raat the jab sunhare ruphale

isi shahar ke ik hasi raaste par
chamkate huye motiyo jaise do ghar
khuli khidkiyo se badi shokhiyo se
bahut baate karte the miljulke aksar
kai sal pahle, kai sal pahle
ye din raat the jab sunhare ruphale

unhi do gharo me se ik ghar ke bahar
jo otham machati rehti thi din bhar
kabhi muh banakar kabhi muskurakar
wahi bholi bhaali si gudiya barabar
jo chhoti si ladki thi tum to nahi ho
nahi hum nahi wo
kai sal pahle, kai sal pahle
ye din raat the jab sunhare ruphale
kai sal pahle
ye din raat the jab sunhare ruphale

isi shahar ke ik hasi raaste par
hamare hi jaisa kahi ek tha ghar
jo pariyo ki baate sunata tha aksar
kabhi dhup bankar kabhi chaand bankar
kai sal pahle, kai sal pahle
ye din raat the jab sunhare ruphale

usi ek ghar ki khuli chhat pe aakar
koi gora gora sa koi gora gora sa
khushrang manzar
bahut chhedta tha hume chup chupakar
wahi bhola bhaala sa gudde barabar
jo chhota sa ladka tha tum to nahi ho
nahi nahi hum nahi wo
na tum ho na hum hai to phir kaun the wo

wo chhotasa ladka yakinan hum hi hai
wo chhotisi ladki yakinan hum hi the
hum hi hai hum hi the hum hi hai hum hi the

Years ago, eons ago,
Days and nights of gold and silver glow.
Years ago,
Days and nights of gold and silver flow.

Upon a street of laughter, in this town,
Two homes like pearls, reflecting down.
From open windows, whispers light and free,
Sharing secrets, for all the world to see.
Years ago, eons ago,
Days and nights of gold and silver glow.

From one of these homes, a child's delight,
Making mischief, from morn till night,
Now a pout, then a smile, bright and bold,
A doll of innocence, a story told.
That little girl, could it have been you?
No, not us, it's not true.
Years ago, eons ago,
Days and nights of gold and silver glow.
Years ago,
Days and nights of gold and silver flow.

Upon a street of laughter, in this town,
A home much like ours, was also found.
It spoke of fairies, tales in air,
As sunlight danced, as moonlight there.
Years ago, eons ago,
Days and nights of gold and silver glow.

Upon that home's wide-open rooftop space,
A sun-kissed visage, a joyous face,
Teasing us softly, hiding in play,
A boy so innocent, come what may.
That little boy, could it have been you?
No, not us, it's not true.
Neither you, nor I, then who could they be?

That little boy, it was surely us,
That little girl, she was one of us,
We are, we were, we are, we were.