My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night that sounds a lot like thunder.
We don't live near the seashore, but almost every morn
I'm awakened by a noise that sounds like a foghorn.
It's louder than the sound of barking dogs at night
Or a fireworks explosion that lights the sky real bright.
A chainsaw cutting logs doesn't make as much din,
Nor did the wall coming down way over in Berlin.
A jet plane at takeoff will get your attention quick,
As will a jackhammer engaged in busting up some brick.
But neither equals the clamor from Mom and Dad's bedroom,
Worse than a stick of dynamite at the moment of KABOOM!
At last, I figured out the source of all the raucous roaring.
It was only good old Dad engaging in some snoring
Mom says: "I don't mind; it's a Godsend
That all that wind isn't coming out the other end."
The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of sadness,
And
laga jese me khud ko mill gayi
Haan pata tha mujhko dobara usi raste jaa rahi hoon jahan ghum bahut hain
Par gam ki kya
Meri har tamanna adhuri thi tujhe pane se pahle
En tamanno ko aaj jine ki bajah likh
You are mine till the end.
I love you because you're my friend.
You were so kind
Meri pyar mein kami kuch bhi na thi,
na jaane kyun tu begaana ho gaya.
tujhe lagt
