اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Inside my ancient dreams
your lips are the rolling sea
your arms forever cradle me
Soft pillow cloud of mine
I soak your fortune in
All light and rain you once have been
I beg the sky...I beg the moon
May I become your wings
May I become your wings
My feathered carriage waits
for me in your longing wake
Deliver me from my heart's ache
And when my silver moon
shall turn to a softer blue
perhaps I will have rescued you
I beg the sky...I beg the moon
May I become your wings
May I become your wings
I beg the sky
I beg the moon
May I become your wings
May I become your wings
