hawa, hawa, hawa, hawa
hawa, hawa, hawa, hawa
shabnami si hawa hai
udke dekhe to kya hai
sabja bahne laga hai
shayad aayi hai bahar
hawa, hawa
shabnami si hawa hai
udke dekhe to kya hai
sabja bahne laga hai
shayad aayi hai bahar
hawa, hawa

kal parso se peeli peeli
sarso phul rahi hai
baat baat pe pankh pasare
bulbul jhul rahi hai
kal parso se peeli peeli
sarso phul rahi hai
baat baat pe pankh pasare
bulbul jhul rahi hai
shabnami si hawa hai
udke dekhe to kya hai
sabja bahne laga hai
shayad aayi hai bahar
hawa, hawa

sare pe chadhke aam ke patte
hath hilate hai
koi mehma hoga shayad
pass bulate hai
sare pe chadhke aam ke patte
hath hilate hai
koi mehma hoga shayad
pass bulate hai
ho shabnami si hawa hai
udke dekhe to kya hai
sabja bahne laga hai
shayad aayi hai bahar
hawa, hawa
hawa, hawa

phir aamo par baur aaya hai
naachne mor aaya hai
phul saje hai, ghar me rahne
koi aur aaya hai
phir aamo par baur aaya hai
naachne mor aaya hai
phul saje hai, ghar me rahne
koi aur aaya hai
shabnami si hawa hai
udke dekhe to kya hai
sabja bahne laga hai
shayad
aayi hai bahar, aa aa aayi hai bahar
aayi hai bahar, aa aa aayi hai bahar
aayi hai bahar, aa aa aayi hai bahar
aayi hai bahar, aa aa aayi hai bahar
aayi hai bahar, aa aa aayi hai bahar
aayi hai bahar, aa aa aayi hai bahar

Wind, wind, wind, wind,
Wind, wind, wind, wind.
A dew-kissed wind, it sighs,
What secrets does it comprise?
Green shoots now softly stream,
Spring’s sweet return, it would seem.
Wind, wind.
A dew-kissed wind, it sighs,
What secrets does it comprise?
Green shoots now softly stream,
Spring’s sweet return, it would seem.
Wind, wind.

From yesterday, a golden hue,
Mustard flowers, fresh and new.
On every breath, wings unfurl,
The nightingale, in joyous swirl.
From yesterday, a golden hue,
Mustard flowers, fresh and new.
On every breath, wings unfurl,
The nightingale, in joyous swirl.
A dew-kissed wind, it sighs,
What secrets does it comprise?
Green shoots now softly stream,
Spring’s sweet return, it would seem.
Wind, wind.

Upon the head, mango leaves now rise,
Waving hands towards the skies.
A guest, perhaps, a welcome call,
Inviting all, embracing all.
Upon the head, mango leaves now rise,
Waving hands towards the skies.
A guest, perhaps, a welcome call,
Inviting all, embracing all.
A dew-kissed wind, it sighs,
What secrets does it comprise?
Green shoots now softly stream,
Spring’s sweet return, it would seem.
Wind, wind.
Wind, wind.

Again, the mango blooms appear,
The peacock dances, banishing fear.
Flowers adorn, the house anew,
Another soul, arriving through.
Again, the mango blooms appear,
The peacock dances, banishing fear.
Flowers adorn, the house anew,
Another soul, arriving through.
A dew-kissed wind, it sighs,
What secrets does it comprise?
Green shoots now softly stream,
Perhaps…
Spring has returned, ah, ah, spring has returned,
Spring has returned, ah, ah, spring has returned,
Spring has returned, ah, ah, spring has returned,
Spring has returned, ah, ah, spring has returned,
Spring has returned, ah, ah, spring has returned,
Spring has returned, ah, ah, spring has returned.