ye bai kitni sach hai mana ke purani
bachpan ki yaad lekar aati hai jawani
ye bai kitni sach hai mana ke purani
bachpan ki yaad lekar aati hai jawani
ye bai kitni sach hai

chhup chhup nadi si pule
khud apna dhyan bhule
sabki nazar bacha ke
hum phul se kyu jhule
chhup chhup nadi si pule
khud apna dhyan bhule
sabki nazar bacha ke
hum phul se kyu jhule
kano me samai hai ab tak wo kahani
bachpan ki yaad lekar aati hai jawani
ye bai kitni sach hai

ye cham chamata chanda
wo timtimate tare
ye cham chamata chanda
wo timtimate tare karte the un dino me
kuch aur bhi ishare pal bhar me ruth jana
sakhiyo ka phir manana
hatho se muh chhupa ke phir jhat se muskurana
jivan ki wo kuch ghadiya hai kitni suhani
bachpan ki yaad lekar aati hai jawani
ye bai kitni sach hai

kahte hai kahne wale jisko zindgani
hum usko samjhte hai bahta hua pani
kahte hai kahne wale jisko zindgani
hum usko samjhte hai bahta hua pani
ruk ruk meri jawani balaiyan to lelun
ek bar mai bachpan ko mudkar ke dekh lu
gujre hue din wo hai mithi nishani
bachpan ki yaad lekar aati hai jawani
ye bai kitni sach hai mana ke purani
bachpan ki yaad lekar aati hai jawani
ye bat kitni sach hai

The truth, though ancient, it remains,
Youth arrives, childhood’s echo sustains.
The truth, though ancient, it remains,
Youth arrives, childhood’s echo sustains.
The truth, it does.

Like rivers, we'd conceal our plight,
Forget ourselves in pure delight.
From watchful eyes, we'd gently sway,
Like blossoms, in the light of day.
Like rivers, we'd conceal our plight,
Forget ourselves in pure delight.
From watchful eyes, we'd gently sway,
Like blossoms, in the light of day.
In ears, the tales still softly call,
Youth arrives, childhood’s echo enthralls.
The truth, it does.

The moon, a gleaming, silver gleam,
The stars, a twinkling, hopeful dream.
The moon, a gleaming, silver gleam,
The stars, a twinkling, hopeful dream.
In those days, whispers we'd impart,
With gestures, secrets of the heart.
In moments, anger we would feign,
Then friends would come, to soothe the pain.
With hands to hide, then smiles so bright,
Those moments, bathed in golden light.
Life's hours, how sweet they are to know,
Youth arrives, childhood's embers glow.
The truth, it does.

They call it life, the voices say,
We see it as a stream, that flows away.
They call it life, the voices say,
We see it as a stream, that flows away.
My youth, halt a while, let me embrace,
Once more, to childhood turn my face.
Those bygone days, a sweet display,
Youth arrives, childhood's light holds sway.
The truth, though ancient, it remains,
Youth arrives, childhood’s echo sustains.
The truth, it does.