Chatte Batte Lyrics

Kabhi lade-lade se the, kabhi ade ade se the
Kabhi bheed bheed se the, bas yuhi jud gaye
Thode thode se mithe hain, thode-thode se khatte hain

Ab ek hi thali ke chatte batte hain
Ab ek hi thali ke chatte batte hain
Ab ek hi thali ke chatte batte hain
Ab ek hi thali ke chatte batte hain
Ab ek hi thali ke chatte batte hain

Ye to murgiyon ke chooje se, sang ek duje ke
Idhar-udhar teetar-bitar daudte phiren
Ye to holi ke rang hain, alag hain par sang hain
Chehre pe chalke to sab lage ek se

Kahin gaalon pe laali hai, kahin jeb khaali hai
Farq in mein hain bade, inhe fark na pade
Thode-thode se mithe hain, thode-thode se khatte hain

Ab ek hi thali ke chatte batte hain
Ab ek hi thali ke chatte batte hain
Ab ek hi thali ke chatte batte hain
Ab ek hi thali ke chatte batte hain
Ab ek hi thali ke chatte batte hain
Chatte batte hain…

Ye jalebiyon ke tukade hain, chaashni se ubhre hain
Tedhe-medhe garma-garam, par mithe bhi hain
Ye to hawa ke jhoke hain, kab mutthi mein band hote hain
Marzi jidhar udhar munh kar udhar sarsar bahein

Kahin mummy ki thapki hai, kahin kaanton pe jhapki hai
Hai manzilein juda, par raah ek hai
Thode-thode se mithe hain, thode-thode se khatte hain

Ab ek hi thali ke chatte batte hain
Ab ek hi thali ke chatte batte hain
Ab ek hi thali ke chatte batte hain
Ab ek hi thali ke chatte batte hain
Ab ek hi thali ke chatte batte hain
Chatte batte hain…
Chatte batte hain…

Sometimes they fought hard, sometimes they were adamant
Were once part of the crowd, just joined in casually
Some are sweet, some are sour

Now there are leftovers from the same plate
Now there are leftovers from the same plate
Now there are leftovers from the same plate
Now there are leftovers from the same plate
Now there are leftovers from the same plate

These are like chickens, together with each other.
run around here and there
These are the colors of Holi, different but together
If you walk on the face then everything looks the same

Somewhere there is redness on the cheeks, somewhere the pocket is empty
There are big differences between them, it shouldn't matter to them
Some are sweet, some are sour

Now there are leftovers from the same plate
Now there are leftovers from the same plate
Now there are leftovers from the same plate
Now there are leftovers from the same plate
Now there are leftovers from the same plate
Chatte batte hai…

These are pieces of jalebis, emerged from the syrup
Crooked, hot, but also sweet
These are gusts of wind, when they come together in fists
Let's face and flow wherever we want.

Somewhere there is a pat from mom, somewhere there is a nap on the thorns.
The destinations are different, but the path is the same
Some are sweet, some are sour

Now there are leftovers from the same plate
Now there are leftovers from the same plate
Now there are leftovers from the same plate
Now there are leftovers from the same plate
Now there are leftovers from the same plate
Chatte batte hai…
Chatte batte hai…