اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I watch the raindrops through the window
I drink a bitter wine
This is the smell of the earth, lapidated of lamentations
Melodies to the wind
I am not here
I am not talking words of suffering
The city sleeps I walk slowly down
Without understanding that I miss you
I promise you I will return
If the rains stops. I promise you
