اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
A trace of human’s life
Embraced by nature’s lust
Redeems its failure
As a picture of mankind hiding shades from the past
Reveals its splendor
When the blind leads the blinds every word is a fence
Like serpent tongue’s forgotten eloquence
Step after step it grows the fever
Alongside the path paved with gold
Where once our wandering was led by blood
Unconsciousness, be my witness a treason, our guilty perseverance
A sinful moan, our inheritance an elegy for us to rest
On fragile wings now torn asunder
Torment, renew my illness a dagger, our forthcoming penitence
A vivid scar, our last dance a remedy for us to mend
These wings we’ve betrayed
“On shadowed side of existence we crawl sculpting our shame as an image of God,
But in faith lurks the ageless sin
C’est l’ennui!
Mother of all illusions, mother of our grief
C’est l’ennui!
Unending fall…”
On bended knees and harmless the struggle ends
The fathomless void of redemption disappears
Withered on the slopes of indifference…
An unclouded scenario of lies – like the most precious jewel it shines
As far as I can see only painted smiles – like comedians under the spotlight
How come closer, oh brothers of mine – join the theater of fools, our own kind…
