اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The Moon puts on its silver face
It's silent in this room
And everything falls into place
Soon the nightflowers will bloom
And you are
A killer born
Yet whispering only
And your will
Is like a string
Shivering slowly
And on and on and on and on
You push for the world
And your mind
A killer born
'Cause all are lonely
A life is like a photograph
Faded by the years
And looking through the broken glass
Will never still your fears
And you are
A killer born
Yet whispering only
And your will
Is like a string
Shivering slowly
And on and on and on and on
You push for the world
And your mind
A killer born
'Cause all are lonely
