اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
From a minute to a day
I'm fed with air that's cut
From the voice the of the weak
That knows it's not enough
From a minute to a day
I stand not far apart
From the passing shoulders
Who thought they stood alone
Who's that dreaming
Dreaming no truth
Forgiveness for memory
I refuse to know a world
Who's that dreaming
Dreaming no truth
Between me and myself
I can't meet a world
