الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
I shout out to the morning
The sun it warms my face
My eyes fall to the ground
My brother is gone now
They come home every night
And pray to visions creams
Even in their small talk
They cannot shield their pity
Misunderstanding shows
The palms of helping hands
They scream and grind their teeth
Come back to them
Beyond the sympathies of man
Beyond the sympathies
