اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Father I'm not feeling well, the flowers me you fed
Tasted spoiled for suddenly I find that I am dead
But father don't you fear, your children all are here
Singing oh . . . the hazards of love
Papa turn the water down, the basin's overflown
The water covers everything and me left all alone
But papa here in death, I have regained my breath
To sing oh . . . the hazards of love
To sing oh . . . the hazards of love
Spare the rod, you'll spoil the child, but I prefer the lash
My sisters drowned and poisoned all and me reduced to ash
And buried in an urn, but father I return
Singing oh . . . the hazards of love
Singing oh . . . the hazards of love
