Toote khuwaab ki tasveer kab poori hoti hai
Chand aur taaro ke beech bhi doori hoti hai
Deena toh uppar wala hame sab kuch chahata hai
Par uski bhi kuch majboori hoti hai
Toote khuwaab ki tasveer kab poori hoti hai
Chand aur taaro ke beech bhi doori hoti hai
Deena toh uppar wala hame sab kuch chahata hai
Par uski bhi kuch majboori hoti hai
If not for you, I wouldn’t know
What true love really meant.
I’d never feel this inner peace;
I couldn’t be content.
If not for you, I’d never have
The pleasures of romance.
I’d miss the bliss, the craziness,
Of love’s sweet, silly dance.
I have to feel your tender touch;
I have to hear your voice;
No other one could take your place;
You’re it; I have no choice.
If not for you, I’d be adrift;
I don’t know what I’d do;
I’d be searching for my other half,
Incomplete, if not for you.
By Joanna Fuchs