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Lyrics of Bachpan Ka Saath Chutta Hai, Jaise Hi Ye Khwab Tuta Hai - बचपन का साथ छुटा है, जैसे ही ये ख्वाब टुटा है
bachpan ka sath chuta hai jaise hi ye khwab tuta hai
aa gaye hai jawani ki baho me hum
aa gaye hai jawani ki baho me hum
bachpan ka sath chuta hai jaise hi ye khwab tuta hai
bhiga mausam bhige najare bhiga mausam
bhiga mausam bhige najare pyar se apni bahe pasare
humko bhulayi kar gayi sari
sagar ki lahar lahar hamko pukare
pyar bhar denge sabki nigaho me hum
bachpan ka sath chuta hai jaise hi ye khwab tuta hai
mahki mahki julfo ke badal mahki mahki
mahki mahki julfo ke badal
dhalki dhalki baho me aachal
chuke hawaye ho gayi pagal
phulo ke dal dal jhukne lagi hai
aaye nikle baharo ki raho me hum
bachpan ka sath chuta hai jaise hi ye khwab tuta hai
soye soye arman jage soye soye
soye soye arman jage dil me lakho tufan jage
jane kya ho aage aage dil bole bar bar angdayi le
kho na jaye mohabbat ki raho me hum
bachpan ka sath chuta hai jaise hi ye khwab tuta hai
aa gaye hai jawani ki baho me hum
aa gaye hai jawani ki baho me hum
bachpan ka sath chuta hai jaise hi ye khwab tuta hai
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Bachpan Ka Saath Chutta Hai, Jaise Hi Ye Khwab Tuta Hai
Childhood's hand, now slipped away, as dreams began to fray,
Into youth's embrace, we sway.
Into youth's embrace, we sway.
Childhood's hand, now slipped away, as dreams began to fray.
Drenched season, drenched sights, drenched season,
Drenched season, drenched sights, love's arms now open wide,
Forgetting all, they left behind,
Ocean's waves, they call to ride.
Love will fill each gazing eye.
Childhood's hand, now slipped away, as dreams began to fray.
Fragrant, fragrant tresses like clouds, fragrant, fragrant,
Fragrant, fragrant tresses like clouds,
Slipping, slipping arms, a veil unfurls,
Touched by the wind, the world swirls.
Each flower-laden bough bows low,
Into spring's paths, we flow.
Childhood's hand, now slipped away, as dreams began to fray.
Sleeping, sleeping longings awaken, sleeping, sleeping,
Sleeping, sleeping longings awaken, a thousand storms now shake,
Who knows what lies ahead, the heart's repeated ache?
Lest we lose ourselves on love's long track.
Childhood's hand, now slipped away, as dreams began to fray.
Into youth's embrace, we sway.
Into youth's embrace, we sway.
Childhood's hand, now slipped away, as dreams began to fray.
This Poetic Translation, in English, has been provided mainly for those users who do not understand Hindi. This is a basic translation and could have minor mistakes. Thanks.
