اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Now I see the secret of making the best persons
It is to grow in the open air
and eat and sleep with the earth
Lonely sad, I'm sleeping, dreaming of the Sun
I'm waiting for something
The sounds of Winter's night
and the cold rain raining,
While I stand alone watching the oldest fire burning
