اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Water from the clouds we seek fall at once to form the sea.
As we take Cover.
Birds are free, they fly a song.
A Symphony of something wrong. When I lost my Mother…
I can’t Feel the bottom! Uhh uhh oh no!
Rainfall! The Weather Patterns Change consistently upon us.
We should know… I wish we’d grow!
Pretty Flowers Showered on Lift their faces towards the sun.
A graceful setting!
Little Creatures dread the rain, A Flowers joy is an others pain.
But it seldom Matters
I can’t stay for long here! uhh uhh oh!
Follow the Rainbows To fool’s Gold and shadows,
but that won’t lead you to/your Peaceful meadows
