اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The city freed the man in me
Came to call, down the street
With no intentions
There's no use in begging for
A crucifux, An altar boy
There's no use
In running from
The same discotheques, same crowds
This thirst that I have
May it never be quenched
My hunger returns to me
Every October's death
The passion fades, but the text persists
Cathedral bells, my broken wrist
School of hearts: It's a beautiful one
Drank a glass of tears
Before I fell in love
This thirst that I have
May it never be quenched
My hunger returns to me
Every October's death
