letra de ghalib - diya britto
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smear red powder on my cheek
and call me yours
clasp gold anklets round my feet
and call me yours
this love is a fruit on my family tree
that’s rarely been tasted before
speak to me in poetry
and call me yours
words from ghalib and rumi
to call me yours
pull from the depths of my history
uncover what once was a mystery
before
hazaaron khwaishein aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle
desires to be loved by you, desire for your love
to stay
letras aleatórias
- letra de siervo de su esclavitud - sôber
- letra de toma toma - felipe melchiori
- letra de your lowercase god - molly mcquillan
- letra de i fell asleep first at the sleepover :( - the kritters
- letra de everything i wanted - denis kalytovskyi
- letra de gun em down (remix) - henny ado x spazz
- letra de the beatles would've hung themselves - suavity's mouthpiece
- letra de starting a riot in a cafe (demo) - kystraitor
- letra de wo bist du - summer cem
- letra de happy (motherfucking) birthday - gleason