Yaad Piya Ki Aane Lagi
aasmaan mein jaise baadal ho rahe hai
hum dheere dheere dheere paagal ho rahe hai
aasmaan mein jaise baadal ho rahe hai
hum dheere dheere dheere paagal ho rahe hai
main to mar jaana haye wo na jo milne aaye
main to mar jaana haye wo na jo milne aaye
saansein meri hai unke hathon mein
yaad piya ki, mere piya ki aane lagi
haye bheegi bheegi raaton mein
ho yaad piya ki aane lagi
haye bheegi bheegi raaton mein
tere bina kya haal hai apna
kya tumko batlaye re
choodiyan meri roye
meri chunri royi jaye re
ho o tere bina kya haal hai apna
kya tumko batlaye re
chudiyan meri roye
meri chunri royi jaye re
bin tere sab saza hain
bin tere kahan maza hai
bin tere sab saza hain
bin tere kahan maza hai
bin tere kahan maza hai chahaton mein
yaad piya ki, ha-haan mere piya ki
haye piya ki aane lagi
haye bheegi bheegi
yaad piya ki aane lagi
haye bheegi bheegi raaton mein
kab wo din aayega
jab hum bhi mehndi lagwayenge
na jaane kab aayenge
aur doli mein le jayenge
ho kab wo din aayega
jab hum bhi mehndi lagwayenge
na jaane kab aayenge
aur doli mein le jayenge
baari na aaye humari
baarate dekhi saari
baari na aaye humari
baarate dekhi saari
nache hum sabki baraaton mein
yaad piya ki, mere piya ki aane lagi
haye bheegi bheegi raaton mein
ho yaad piya ki aane lagi
haye bheegi bheegi bheegi raaton mein
yaad piya ki aane lagi
The Memory of My Love is Coming
Like clouds gathering in the sky
We're slowly, slowly, slowly losing our minds
Like clouds gathering in the sky
We're slowly, slowly, slowly losing our minds
I just want to die if he doesn't come to meet me
I just want to die if he doesn't come to meet me
My breaths are in his hands
The memory of my love, my love is coming
Oh, in these damp, damp nights
Oh, the memory of my love is coming
Oh, in these damp, damp nights
What’s my state without you?
Should I tell you, babe?
My bangles are crying
My scarf is weeping, babe
Oh, what’s my state without you?
Should I tell you, babe?
My bangles are crying
My scarf is weeping, babe
Without you, everything's a punishment
Without you, where's the fun?
Without you, everything's a punishment
Without you, where's the fun?
Without you, where's the fun in love?
The memory of my love, oh yes, my love
Oh, my love is coming
Oh, in these damp nights
The memory of my love is coming
Oh, in these damp, damp nights
When will that day come
When we’ll also get henna on our hands?
Who knows when they'll come
And take me away in a bridal procession?
Oh, when will that day come
When we’ll also get henna on our hands?
Who knows when they'll come
And take me away in a bridal procession?
Our turn hasn’t come yet
We’ve seen all the weddings
Our turn hasn’t come yet
We’ve seen all the weddings
We all danced at everyone else's weddings
The memory of my love, my love is coming
Oh, in these damp, damp nights
Oh, the memory of my love is coming
Oh, in these damp, damp, damp nights
The memory of my love is coming.