Red Sun No. 5 के बोल

I have been living through days Carrying no burden But the shit of cattle And my resignation Until the sun grows crimson Crept across my limbs and And I saw they were other And them decay in the sun And from my ginger chest Came the sound of thunder I am not a father I am not a farmer I tremble to speak of it Held her in my arms and Pressed her to my heart and Pressed my hands o'er her lips I know the words of his love I will be his bearer With him and my heart I'll mend it In my heart Completion And I call her of the night