As free as the wind blows...

wind gushing its way in, with all its might. Try to pull the curtains, close the window and it takes you with it, with the trees going crazy, soar above the lights of the city, just lose it the way tress do.
Just break loose of all that's holding you down, let the storm be your expression.
As free as the wind blows...

basti rang de, hasti rang de
hans hans rang de, nas nas rang de
bachpan rang de, joban rang de
ab der na kar sachmuch rang de
rang rez mere sab kuchh rang de
mohe mohe tuu rang de basanti yaara
mohe tuu rang de basanti

(doesn't make much sense, but the senselessness has its own way to express the unknown and thus the immortal for what's unknown shall never die)