Makhan Chor Ki Masti
(giggle) On his tiny knees,
he crawls across the floor
Leaving butter prints from door to dusty door With those sparkling eyes,
looking left and right
Gokul's little thief, shining in the light
He reaches for the pot,
so high above the ground He takes a golden handful,
without a single sound Makhan chor!
Krishna, Krishna
He steals our hearts away Makhan chor!
Krishna, Krishna
He plays his games all day
Mother Yashoda catches him,
with butter on his chin She tries to look so angry,
but she cannot help but grin For his sweet and innocent smile,
melts her heart completely
Pure love forgives the mischief,
she holds him so sweetly (giggle)
Makhan chor!
Krishna, Krishna
He steals our hearts away
Makhan chor! Krishna, Krishna
He plays his games all day
(Krishna, Krishna...) (giggle)