Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Asha Bhosle & Mahendra Kapoor Lyrics

Twinkle twinkle little star how I wonder what you are! How I wonder what you are!
Oh little star, I am curious to know what you truly are, I am filled with wonder and amazement at your beauty and magnificence!

You fool!
Hey you fool! Pay attention and listen carefully!

Everybody is a fool baby, Everybody is a fool baby
Everyone makes foolish decisions in their youth, my dear

Sabhi se jawaani mein hoti pyaar ki bhool baby Samjhe Madam?
Madam, in our youth, we all make mistakes in love. Do you understand?

What? O seedha kar doonga but baby Ki you hai mem paschim kii toh main purab ka jatt baby
What are you saying? Let me make it clear that you are from the west and I am from the east.

All right! I will teach you something else Sikhao jee Singing I I hippy hipy I I ayechanga a
Alright, I will teach you something else. Singing 'I I Hippy Hippy I I Ayechanga A'

Jack and Jill went up the hill To find apple of water Gaao! Aao! You Idiot!
Jack and Jill climbed up the hill to find a well of water. Sing with me! Come! You are such an idiot!

Main Nahin tu hai idiot baby! Naari hoke piye whisky aur piye cigarette baby
Not me, but you are the idiot, baby! Drinking whiskey and smoking cigarettes, even though you are a woman.

Rang Birangi Holi Aayi Rakth Ke Voh Gobaare Laayi Dekho Phir Diwaali Aayi Phir Bhi Andhera Mitaana Paayi Doori Chhutti Ka Tyohaar Bombai Ke Bomb Kashmir Ke Anaar Jali Huye Sab Yaaron Ne... Awaaz Lagaayi Lagaayi Lagaayi
Multi-coloured Holi has arrived, bringing with it bloody heaps. Then came Diwali, but darkness still remains. Independence Day is a distant holiday. Bombs of Bombay, Pomegranates of Kashmir. Friends are all hypocrites, they shout and scream.

Chota Bachcha Kaise Mara Tha Aake Doodh Mein Zehar Bhara Tha Kal Ki Raat Ki Kar Lo Baat Ghar Nahin Aaya Mera Baap Post Mortem Ki Report Aayi Ek Bomb Lagaa Na Mangta Hai Bhai
How was the little child murdered? Poison was put in his milk. Talk about last night, my father hasn't come home. The post-mortem report arrived, we don't need another bomb.

Zinda Rehna Big Problem Rupiya Hai Tanda Dollar Garam Mar Jaaye Chidiya Building Se Takraake Maarenge Voh Mujhe Mere Ghar Aake Bomb Lagaana Mangta Hai Bhai...
Staying alive is a big problem, money is cold, and the US dollar is hot. If a bird dies hitting a building, they will come and kill me at my home. We need to plant bombs.