اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Cold and alone in the vinyard he lies
Stained and all broken the nightingale dies
Looking from your window
I can see the snow
Freezing cold
Grinding to a halt
On stonecold gravel
Freeze alone
Turning away from the wasted hours
Turning away from the wasted years
