اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
When the beauty of the dying day
Is coming around,
I had no time for tears
And seeking around
Then we close our eyes
Alas Men ‘s eyes are blind
With the changing skies ,
Such is their mind
On April skies, on April skies
I’ve known the only man I’ve loved, in April…
And I felt the breath of god
I will never forget
This April day, this April day…..
