Nakhre, nakhre, nakhre hain natak re Nakhre, nakhre, nakhre tu peechhe hi rakh re
Tantrums, Tantrums, these tantrums are drama, Tantrums, tantrums, keep these tantrums back only..
Pyaar mohabbat pyaare jhooth hai Ladki gham ka basic root hai Ek to inka roop jaal hai Duje baatein golmaaal hai teeje inke nakhre khwamakhwah
Love, o dear, is false, Girl is the basic root of sadness, One is their beauty-web, Second, their talks are round (confusing), Third, their useless tantrums..
Beshaq dikhne mein yeh cute hain Ladki gham ka basic root hai Ek toh inka roop jaal hai Duje baatein golmaaal hai teeje inke nakhre khahmkhah
Definitely they are cute looking, (but) girl is the basic root of sadness, One is their beauty-web, Second, their talks are round (confusing), Third, their useless tantrums..
Nakhre, nakhre, nakhre hain natak re Nakhre, nakhre, nakhre tu peechhe hi rakh re Nakhre, nakhre, nakhre hain natak re Nakhre, nakhre, nakhre tu peechhe hi rakh re
Ladki patana hai kala Lekin hai risky maamla Majnu sa ban ke jhoola wo Ghote khud apna hi gala Aashiq pitaai band ho Ban jaaye aisa koi law Jiska koi ho na boyfriend College mein do na daakhila Barf bhi inke aage mute hai Ladki gham ka basic root hai Burf bhi inke aage mute hai Ladki gham ka basic root hai Ek toh fashion roz roz hi Duje chinta weight loss ki teeje inke nakhre khamkhah
Coaxing a girl is an art, But it's a risky thing, He hanged like a mad lover, suffocates himself.. lovers' beating should be banned, some such law should be made, whoever doesn't have a boyfriend should not be allowed admission in college, even ice is mute in front of them, girl is the basic root of sadness One, daily fashion, Second, concern of weight loss, Third, the useless tantrums..
Ladki jab banti premika Band bajaaye chain ka Udne lagte hain baal bhi Ud jaata circuit brain ka Patri pe baitha aadmi Rasta phir dekhe train ka Har banda inke saamne Ban jaaye dhakkan drain ka Sachchai yeh kadwa ghoont hai Ladki gham ka basic root hai Sachchai yeh kadwa ghoont hai Ladki gham ka basic root hai Ek to roye baat baat pe Duje khatron mulakaat pe teeje inke nakhre khamkhah
When a girl becomes a lover, Peace is completely gone, Even hair loss starts, Brain's circuit gets shorted, Man sitting on the track, looks for the train then, Every man, in front of them, becomes the lid of drain, This truth is a bitter gulp, Girl is the basic root of sadness, One, cries on almost everything, Second, dangers of meeting, Third, their useless tantrums..
Nakhre, nakhre, nakhre hai natak re Nakhre, nakhre, nakhre tu peechhe hi rakh re Nakhre, nakhre, nakhre hai natak re Nakhre, nakhre, nakhre tu peechhe hi rakh re..