اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
It Was Cold, Not Feeling the Cold Eyes
Were Where They Belong
Huddled Together Feel the Warmth
Thoughts Were Where They Belong.
I Walk Down the Road, Leap a Ditch
And Mount a Hill Despite the Wind.
And He Bowed On the Point of Going
How Loyal Had They Been
Make Up Matters By a Grand Funeral
How Loyal Had They Been.
I Could Say That to Anyone Else,
There Was no Such Guilt.
Do I Have to Say It to You I Refuse
To Set Foot.
Tired Out By Play and Performance
Heroic But Unsung.
Final Attempt Gaining Guidance
Heroic But Unsung.
I See What Is Right and I Do So Approve
But I'd Rather Be Lost and Feel the Groove.
