sar pe topi ankh pe chasma gale me maflar daal ke
aaya hu mai tumhe ghumane baccho chalo sambhal ke
sar pe topi ankh pe chasma gale me maflar daal ke
aaya hu mai tumhe ghumane baccho chalo sambhal ke
hero chacha hero chacha
he sar pe topi ankh pe chasma gale me maflar daal ke
aaya hu mai tumhe ghumane baccho chalo sambhal ke
hero chacha hero chacha

kitne hai pyare ye phul sare, is dharti ke chand or tare
rahte hai ye to dekho na milke, ik dali pe kaise ye khilke
mana padhe or likhe nahi hai
mana padhe or likhe nahi hai, lekin kabhi bhi lade nahi hai
sar pe topi ankh pe chasma gale me maflar daal ke
aaya hu mai tumhe ghumane baccho chalo sambhal ke
hero chacha hero chacha

tauba ye chakkar kaisa ye chakkar
munnu hai niche chunnu hai upar
pahiya samay ka jab ghum jaye wo niche aaye ye upar jaye
chahe ho raja ya ho bhikari
chahe ho raja ya ho bhikari chakkar me sabki aati hai bari
he sar pe topi ankh pe chasma gale me maflar daal ke
aaya hu mai tumhe ghumane baccho chalo sambhal ke
hero chacha hero chacha
hero chacha hero chacha

Upon my head, a cap of night, eyes veiled in shades of day,
A scarf around my throat is bound, for journeys come what may.
I'm here to guide you, little ones, so gather close and heed,
Hero Uncle, Hero Uncle, plant your trusting, hopeful seed.
Upon my head, a cap of night, eyes veiled in shades of day,
A scarf around my throat is bound, for journeys come what may.
I'm here to guide you, little ones, so gather close and heed,
Hero Uncle, Hero Uncle, plant your trusting, hopeful seed.

How precious are these blooms of earth, the stars that softly gleam,
See how they dwell in harmony, a shared, celestial dream.
Though books they may not understand, nor words within them keep,
Though books they may not understand, nor words within them keep,
They never war, their spirits dance, in slumber, calm and deep.
Upon my head, a cap of night, eyes veiled in shades of day,
A scarf around my throat is bound, for journeys come what may.
I'm here to guide you, little ones, so gather close and heed,
Hero Uncle, Hero Uncle, plant your trusting, hopeful seed.

This turning wheel, a dizzying dance, a circle's endless sway,
Munnu below, while Chunnu floats, a different scene each day.
The wheel of time, it turns and turns, and brings each one their turn,
Be king or beggar, rich or poor, the lessons we must learn.
Upon my head, a cap of night, eyes veiled in shades of day,
A scarf around my throat is bound, for journeys come what may.
I'm here to guide you, little ones, so gather close and heed,
Hero Uncle, Hero Uncle, plant your trusting, hopeful seed.
Hero Uncle, Hero Uncle, plant your trusting, hopeful seed.