اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Not so many years from now,
they'll place my weary bones in the ground.
At least there won't be a blank page
In the chapters that precede my fate.
For I danced upon the earth and the seas
And now it' s just you and me.
As we laugh about the birds and the bees,
My memory is fading away.
I am shaken but not stirred.
Maybe I am going insane
And everybody sees it but me.
The Americans need God, like Georgia needs the rain
At least that' s what the preachers say.
I' ve started several fires,
Some are burning bright today.
