اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I wrote this song in quarantine
On a deadly virus of positivity
They had no other option but to lock me down
I was a national hazard just walking around
A passer-by found me one morning
Sitting by the tram stop, smiling
She had good intentions, did what she had to do
I was a national hazard thinking life was good
And talking to strangers, talking to strangers, thank god i'm cured
Now i'm healed from that rare disease
Into another grey creature filling the streets
Forming queues and waiting in lines
Standing in an escalator for the rest of my life
And not talking to strangers, not talking to strangers, thank god i'm cured
