kachu bole man
kachu bole man, kachu bole ye do aankhe
kachu bole man, kachu bole ye do aankhe
kahe ka pyasa, bhanwra ye aaya
kahe ka pyasa, bhanwra ye aaya
kusum kya ye jane na
kachu bole ye do aankhe

yu to banogi lata
bole na, bole na man ki vyatha
yu to banogi lata
bole na, bole na man ki vyatha
chute phul phul se vyakulta
chute phul phul se vyakulta
jane, wo to jane vano ki pankhe pankhe
kachu bole ye do aankhe

pradeep ye bole aao parwane
pradeep ye bole aao parwane
gaate hue geet aao
andhera bole, ye hai agni ki jwala
andhera bole, ye hai agni ki jwala
dur dur hat jao, dur dur hat jao
ye hai bijli ki hansi, ye hai sapere ki bansi
ye hai bijli ki hansi, ye hai sapere ki bansi
marne ka khel jo mujhe khilaye
marne ka khel jo mujhe khilaye
use bar bar dhunde aankhe
kachu bole, bole bole ye do aankhe

The heart whispers,
and these eyes, they speak too.
The heart whispers,
and these eyes, they speak too.
What thirst drives the bee's flight?
What thirst drives the bee's flight?
The blossom, it knows not its fate.
These eyes, they speak.

You will become a vine,
yet the heart's sorrow remains unspoken.
You will become a vine,
yet the heart's sorrow remains unspoken.
From flower to flower, a restless grief.
From flower to flower, a restless grief.
The forests’ secrets, they understand,
These eyes, they speak.

The lamp calls to moths,
come, oh, come to me.
Singing songs of arrival.
Darkness whispers, flames of fire,
Darkness whispers, flames of fire,
Draw back, draw back,
A lightning’s smile, a serpent charmer's flute.
A lightning’s smile, a serpent charmer's flute.
The game of death, that it offers me,
The game of death, that it offers me,
For that game, these eyes yearn.
These eyes, they speak.