اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
We could have saved them one by one
All the lovers left all alone
We could have killed them one by one
For putting beauty into vain words
Something is missing
When no more candles light the dark
When no more roses could add some colours
When everything around smells like someone
Who disappeared in your mirror
We are the saviours of dignity
We are the leftovers of crucified generations
Made out of murders and of abuses
Digging the gap between moulded heads and the passion
We are the prayers needing no churches
We are the sense of all no name rebellions
We are the quitter and the rejected
We are the betrayal and a two thousand year old question
