اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
This vision of circles
They have lost their way
I swear, tomorrow
It becomes your name
Can I see you again
On a slow day
When my heart begins
To beat unscathed
All these contrite illusions
One cannot elude
Consummate your defection
With regrets abound
When I saw you again
On a lost day
My heart failed
To beat unscathed
No one gets away from you unscathed
You say you are merely a serf
For the lesser evil
That loves to cut lifelines
