In the arms of the sky, the moon stood alone. In the arms of the night, the moon stood alone. The wind blew, and the night glowed. In the arms of the stars, the fireflies danced. The fireflies stood on their lips, and said something. The drums started playing, and the fireflies were on the dance floor. And my Radha Pyari was dancing, swaying and swaying. And my Radha Pyari was dancing, swaying and swaying. And from somewhere, a shadow came, and the fireflies fell. O my beloved, my heart is afraid. O my beloved, my heart is afraid. O my beloved, my heart is afraid. O my beloved, my heart is afraid. O my beloved, I feel ashamed. Yes, leave me, you have my word. Yes, leave me, you have my word. O my beloved, my heart is afraid. O my beloved, my heart is afraid. O my beloved, With Krishna and Radha, with Krishna and Radha. The drums of the Jamuna played, with Krishna and Radha. With Krishna and Radha, with Krishna and Radha. With Krishna and Radha, with Krishna and Radha. With Krishna and Radha, with Krishna and Radha. With Krishna and Radha, with Krishna and Radha.