l o v e love yes l o v e love love love
love ka matlab prem prem ka matlab rog
love ka matlab prem prem ka matlab rog
kahte hai ye log kahte hai ye log
premrog premrog premrog premrog
love ka matlab prem prem ka matlab rog

mitha mitha dard hota hai ha hota hai
rato ko nind udd jati hai are baba re
mitha mitha dard hota hai rato ko nind udd jati hai
jawani diwani kahlati hai kya bat hai
prem kahani ban jati hai
dil ka ana dil ka jana ye to hai sanjog
love ka matlab prem prem ka matlab rog
kahte hai ye log kahte hai ye log
premrog premrog premrog premrog

premiyo ke rang to nirale hai malum hai
jag se juda ye dilwale hai kya bat hai
premiyo ke rang to nirale hai jag se juda ye dilwale hai
apni gali me jab ate hai apni hi ghar bhul jate hai
prem kare w ohi jane kya jane ye log
love ka matlab prem prem ka matlab rog
kahte hai ye log kahte hai ye log
premrog premrog premrog premrog

dil me jo koi bas jata hai kya hota hai
jine me bada maja ata hai
dil me jo koi bas jata hai jine me bada maja ata hai
dhadkano ki lay pe premi ko prem tarana gata hai
prem dawa har dard ki hai kyu log kahe ise rog
love ka matlab prem prem ka matlab rog
kahte hai ye log kahte hai ye log
premrog premrog premrog premrog

Love, love, love, love.
Love is affection, affection is affliction.
Love is affection, affection is affliction.
So they say, so they say.
Love-sickness, love-sickness, love-sickness, love-sickness.
Love is affection, affection is affliction.

A sweet ache, yes it is.
Sleep vanishes in the night, oh dear!
A sweet ache, sleep vanishes in the night.
Youth is called madness, what a thing!
A love story unfolds.
The heart's arrival, the heart's departure, a coincidence.
Love is affection, affection is affliction.
So they say, so they say.
Love-sickness, love-sickness, love-sickness, love-sickness.

Lovers' colors are unique, it's known.
They are apart from the world, these heart-holders, what a thing!
Lovers' colors are unique, they are apart from the world, these heart-holders.
When they come to their own street, they forget their own home.
Only those who love know, what do these people know?
Love is affection, affection is affliction.
So they say, so they say.
Love-sickness, love-sickness, love-sickness, love-sickness.

When someone dwells in the heart, what happens?
Living becomes a great pleasure.
When someone dwells in the heart, living becomes a great pleasure.
On the rhythm of heartbeats, the lover sings a love song.
Love is medicine for every pain, why do people call it disease?
Love is affection, affection is affliction.
So they say, so they say.
Love-sickness, love-sickness, love-sickness, love-sickness.