گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The moon's the northwind's cooky
He bites it day by day
Until there's but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away
The southwind is a baker
He kneads clouds in his den
And bakes a crisp new moon
That greedy northwind eats again
The moon's the northwind's cooky
He bites it day by day
Until there's but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away
The southwind is a baker
He kneads clouds in his den
And bakes a crisp new moon
That greedy northwind eats again
