اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Walking around under treetops
I was singing for the sheen
And the music felt like rain
From the starlit ceiling
But what's that knife doing in her arm?
Undisposable, she said
So I looked up to the sky
And the rain kept falling
Unknown
Burbling
And here that I believed
And here that I believed
When she'll made on
Cursing on my shoulder
And together with this triumphal arch
Tight fire in the way
And in his cloths
But I felt
I felt 'cause I was too small
I tried but I was too small
