Its silver, The twinkle in my eyes, when I talk about you. Its silver, The twinkle in my eyes, when I talk about you.

The floor was filled with diyas and rangoli... The floor was filled with diyas and rangoli...

Be proud of your roots Be proud of your roots

But still, all memories are running in my mind, still, I think that being a child was my golden days... But still, all memories are running in my mind, still, I think that being a chil...