Now she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairytales
All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind...
When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me, free
It's alright, it's alright' she says
Take anything you want from me
Anything
Now she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairytales
All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind...
When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me free
It's alright, it's alright' she says
Take anything you want from me
Anything
Fly Little Wing... Yeah, Yeah...
Fly Little Wing...
I want her to fly
It's Raining ............. in Islamabad. And I am listening to both the Music of Rain and The Corrs . What a fantastic Combination. The Flute , and Chan, chan , And Then from somewhere....... Lightening with a Thunder
Then Comes Guitar(Acoustic) to Play it's role. Also reminds me of Robbie Williams.Fly Little Wing...
I want her to fly............... Chan chan...Chan (Gaod Speaks the Language of World)
Intensity of Rain is Increasing .............from Chan, chan to .cheeeee.cheeeeee,chee, cheeee.
I am feeling the Soul Of the World ..........Is it Talking to me?
Water The Transforming Material. .............
Barish ke girtii bondian lawn main jazb ho rahee thein...AIk aik qatraa, aik aik ker kay zameen main gom ho jata...aik chunkar see thee...aik mehak see thee,jo iss barsh ko or piyara bana rahee thee...
Bilkul aisay he,insaan pay mushkilat ateen hain,aik aik ker kay jazb ho jateen hain insaan ki hastee main,,,us ko mazboot ya kamzoor kerti jatee hain...
Jis terha zameen jub barish jazb nahee kerti tu pani kharaa ho jata hai,ussii terha insaan jub mushkilat ka samna nahee kerta tu wo aik keecher main kahara ho jata hai,jisaay wohee saf keray ga kabhee na kabhee...
Kitni similarity hai,,,