phul kyun khile bolo
kyun khile didi
phul kyun khile bolo
are bolo, tumhi bolo na
o tujhe hansane ko
tujhe hansna sikhane ko

hawa kyun chale bolo
hawa hawa
ha hawa kyun chale bolo
are bolo, pata nahi
o tujhe gudgudane ko
tera dil bahlane ko
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bhadke aazadi man me
panchhi jo ude gagan me
tujhko bhi udna hai aise
baago me titli jaise
sajdhaj ke nikli jaise
tujhko nikalna hai aise
bhadke aazadi man me
panchhi jo ude gagan me
tujhko bhi udna hai aise
baago me titli jaise
sajdhaj ke nikli jaise
tujhko nikalna hai aise
baadal kyu ghire bolo
pani barsane ko
mor nachane ko
tujhe naach dikhane ko
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la ll ll la
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badi chalak hai duniya
itni bholi mat banna
kali samajh ke koi tod le
lekin o rani bahna
itni buri mat banna
kaanta samajh ke koi chhod de
badi chalak hai duniya
itni bholi mat banna
kali samajh ke koi tod le
lekin o rani bahna
itni buri mat banna
kaanta samajh ke koi chhod de
suraj kyu nikle bolo
mujhe jagane ko didi
ha tujhe jagane ko
tujhe raah dikhane ko
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la ll ll la
la ll ll la
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Why do flowers bloom, tell me, why, sister?
Why do flowers bloom, tell me, oh, tell me, you must say
Oh, to make you laugh, to teach you how to laugh
Why does the wind blow, tell me, the wind, yes, why does it blow?
Oh, tell me, I do not know, oh, to tickle you
To amuse your heart, la la la la

Freedom flares within the heart, when birds soar in the sky
You too must fly, like a butterfly in the gardens
Adorned, you emerge, as you too must emerge
Freedom flares within the heart, when birds soar in the sky
You too must fly, like a butterfly in the gardens
Adorned, you emerge, as you too must emerge
Why do clouds gather, tell me, to bring the rain
To make the peacock dance, to show you the dance
La la la la

The world is cunning, do not be so naive
Thinking you are a bud, someone might pluck you, oh queen sister
Do not be so bad, someone might abandon you, thinking you are a thorn
The world is cunning, do not be so naive
Thinking you are a bud, someone might pluck you, oh queen sister
Do not be so bad, someone might abandon you, thinking you are a thorn
Why does the sun rise, tell me, to wake me, sister
Yes, to wake you, to show you the way
La la la la