اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
If I were a feather
Softly drifting
Off the wing of a bird in flight
I would beg the wind
To send me as close to you as it could
Then, you could pick me up from the soil
And put me in a hat
That you would wear while you danced
Under the moonlight
