اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Every season has its harvest
Mine comes with a knife and fate
I planted dreams in dry soil
I reaped only discipline
No one teaches you how to deal
With the hunger the land creates
Silent harvest
No one hears the cry fall
The field holds the bodies
Of those who dreamed of leaving
Every season has its harvest
Mine comes with a knife and fate
I planted dreams in dry soil
I reaped only discipline
No one teaches you how to cope
With the hunger the land creates
Silent harvest
No one hears the cry fall
The field holds the bodies
Of those who dreamed of leaving
Surviving here is a crime
And I confess, I wanted to run away
Silent harvest
No one hears the scream fall
The field holds the bodies
Of those who dreamed of leaving
