اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
A Fire lights it’s to see
Makes tragedy look beautiful
It’s carved in the shadows
Soaked remains
And black gasoline smoke
From leaves drops liquid sorrow
Swallow but get in fields
And the soft voice of reason
Shattered pre-polished remains
Given love without an answer
Servitude a game of fear
And a neutral that is watching
Her sorrowed thoughts
Are going down
The stars shall stop
They’re written in the sky
Laid in fire up to Heaven
Taking pictures in a frenzy
Leaving scars in Angels faces
Where
Where do I
Where do I belong?
