Every Friday we crossed the creek on the little wooden ferry for one dirham, and you counted the gulls out loud like a child.
Joseph, they gave your bunk to a boy from Nepal who doesn't snore.
دراز میں دیکھا جا رہا ہے…
دراز میں دیکھا جا رہا ہے…
ایک مُہر بند خط Joseph کا انتظار کر رہا ہے۔
Every Friday we crossed the creek on the little wooden ferry for one dirham, and you counted the gulls out loud like a child.
Joseph, they gave your bunk to a boy from Nepal who doesn't snore.
اس خط کا باقی حصہ مُہر بند ہے۔