deepak patenge phool or bhawre
deepak patenge phool or bhawre
tere mere se lakho hazaro kitne na
jane ho kitne na jane prem diwane
deepak patenge phool or bhawre
deepak patenge phool or bhawre
tere mere se lakho hazaro kite na
jane ho kitne na jane prem diwane
deepak patange phool or bhawre
deepak patange phool or bhawre

koi chakori koi hai chanda koi chakori koi hai chanda
koi chakori koi hai chanda koi chakori koi hai chanda
ye prem ye prem sab ke gale ka
fanda hamne sune hain kitne fasane
uff kaise kaise aaye gaye hai premi ko rone ho prem ko rone
prem diwane deepak patange phool or bhawre
deepak patange phool or bhawre

sabko khabar kya ye prem kya hai ye prem kya hai
sabko khabar kya ye prem kya hai ye prem kya hai
hamne kiya hai hamne kiya hai hamko pata hai hamko pata hai
ha pagal jamana ab tak na jana akhir shama pe jal jate hai kyu
ye parwane ho ye parwane prem diwane
deepak patange phool or bhawre
deepak patange phool or bhawre

ek dusre me khoye rahe hum jage hue bhi soye rahe ham
ek dusre me khoye rahe hum jage hue bhi soye rahe ham
kab chand nikla kab chand duba
hamko pata kya sare jaha se
hum begane ho ham begane prem diwane
deepak patenge phool or bhawre
tere mere se lakho hazaro kite na
jane ho kitne na jane prem diwane
prem diwane prem diwane prem diwane prem diwane

A lamp, moths, blossoms, and bees,
A lamp, moths, blossoms, and bees,
More than you and I, a countless throng,
Who knows how many, love-crazed and strong?
A lamp, moths, blossoms, and bees,
A lamp, moths, blossoms, and bees.

Some, the moon-struck partridge, some the moon,
Some, the moon-struck partridge, some the moon,
This love, this love, a noose for all,
We've heard so many stories, at love's call.
Oh, how they came, and how they wept,
Lovers in tears, their hearts bereft.
Love-crazed, the lamp, moths, blossoms, and bees,
A lamp, moths, blossoms, and bees.

Does anyone know what love truly is?
Does anyone know what love truly is?
We've known it, we've felt it, we understand.
The world, still mad, cannot comprehend,
Why to the flame the moths are drawn,
These fluttering souls, at break of dawn.
Oh, these, the moths, the love-crazed ones,
A lamp, moths, blossoms, and bees.

Lost in each other, awake yet asleep,
Lost in each other, secrets to keep.
When did the moon rise, when did it wane?
We're strangers to all, in love's domain.
Alien to the world, love-crazed and unbound,
A lamp, moths, blossoms, and bees around.
More than you and I, a countless throng,
Who knows how many, love-crazed and strong?
Love-crazed, love-crazed, love-crazed, love-crazed.