اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Our globe warms day by day
We support the industry
Education must delay
All this progress means decay
In this vast drought land
I drag myself in burning sand
Among the dunes I´m all alone
Alone with dead men´s rattling bones
I see a fruitful tree
A mirage I know is cheating me
Hoping for the end
Of this self-made punishment
