اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
So many tears have been flowering in my grave
So many flowers have been withering on it
Alone in this jail, I hear the wind caressing my gravestone
Loneliness is timeless and my sufferings endless
Silence. I can't stand it. I hate It.
I feel the vermin swarming through my body
My limbs are decaying like old fruits.
I'm doomed to stay here, my soul is trapped
Who condamns me? Why?
What have I done?
Where is my god?
Anyone is perfect, we all are sinners
Humanity is what it is
Temptation is human lust too
Who has the right to judge us?
Neither a god, nor the humans.
