ku ku kuku kuku ku
ku ku kuku kuku ku
ae ku ku kuku kuku ku
ku ku kuku kuku ku
hey lehnge se lage hawa
tan me ye lehnga
main ab na pehnungi
lehnge se lage hawa tan me ye lehnga
main ab na pehnungi
gudgudi hove badan mein ye lehnga
main ab na pehnungi
gudgudi hove badan mein ye lehnga
main ab na pehnungi
lehnge se lage hawa tan me ye lehnga
main ab na pehnungi
ku ku kuku kuku ku
ku ku kuku kuku ku

sardi bedadri sara ang saheraye
o ho ho aah ha ha
sardi bedadri sara ang saheraye
thandi hawa se joban thar tharaye
kaise niklu purwa pawan mein ye lehnga
main ab na pehnungi
gudgudi hove badan mein ye lehnga
main ab na pehnungi
lehnge se lage hawa tan me ye lehnga
main ab na pehnungi ja
ku ku kuku kuku ku
ku ku kuku kuku ku

garmi ke mausam mein nikle pasina
of dya re dya haye
garmi ke mausam mein nikle pasina
jee karta hai lehnga pehnu kabhi na
uthe laheriya mere mann mein ye lehnga
main ab na pehnungi
gudgudi hove badan mein ye lehnga
main ab na pehnungi
lehnge se lage hawa tan me ye lehnga
main ab na pehnungi
ha ku ku kuku kuku ku
ku ku kuku kuku ku

barish ke mausam ka haal kya sunaye
aji haal kya sunaye
barish ke mausam ka haal kya sunaye
chalne ko padta hai lehnga uthaye
hove hai shor jan jan mein ye lehnga
main ab na pehnungi
gudgudi hove badan mein ye lehnga
main ab na pehnungi
lehnge se lage hawa tan me ye lehnga
main ab na pehnungi o ho ho
gudgudi hove badan mein ye lehnga
main ab na pehnungi
ku ku kuku kuku ku
ku ku kuku kuku ku
ha ku ku kuku kuku ku
ku ku kuku kuku ku
ku ku kuku kuku ku

A whisper, a flutter, a sigh,
Oh, whisper, flutter, and sigh.
The wind clings close to my skirt,
This skirt against my skin,
I will not wear it again.
The skirt, a tickle on my flesh,
I will not wear it again.
The wind clings close to my skirt,
This skirt against my skin,
I will not wear it again.
A whisper, a flutter, a sigh.

The heartless cold, a desert chill,
Oh, oh, oh, ah, yes.
The heartless cold, a desert chill,
My youth trembles in the icy breeze.
How can I venture in the eastern wind, this skirt?
I will not wear it again.
The skirt, a tickle on my flesh,
I will not wear it again.
The wind clings close to my skirt,
This skirt against my skin,
I will not wear it again, go.
A whisper, a flutter, a sigh.

In summer’s heat, the sweat does pour,
Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.
In summer’s heat, the sweat does pour,
I swear I’ll never wear this skirt again.
Waves rise within my heart, this skirt,
I will not wear it again.
The skirt, a tickle on my flesh,
I will not wear it again.
The wind clings close to my skirt,
This skirt against my skin,
I will not wear it again.
Yes, a whisper, a flutter, a sigh.

Of the monsoon, what can I say?
Oh, what can I say?
Of the monsoon, what can I say?
I must lift the skirt to walk my way.
A clamor rises in the crowd, this skirt,
I will not wear it again.
The skirt, a tickle on my flesh,
I will not wear it again.
The wind clings close to my skirt,
This skirt against my skin,
I will not wear it again, oh, oh.
The skirt, a tickle on my flesh,
I will not wear it again.
A whisper, a flutter, a sigh.