اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
If you go
far away
I would grow
sails or wings
to cross the deep
above or underneath
If the eastern winds
blow kind across
the empty space
between my arms
I'll make believe them
feathers to
be light enough
to fly to you
And if no vessel
roams that way,
I could set out
on sails and dreams
to cross the deep
on frail winds of sleep
and air
and gather you there
For the sight of water
has me long
to be swallowed up
and sailed out
in the body of
a whale to
be fast enough
to sail to you
