اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
So the future is the sea approaching the land
In a cloudy afternoon
Surrounded by friends
Some strangers and you
So the future is your face turning into mine
In this decaying faceless world
Surrounded by friends
That don´t hear your words
Where everybody has no name
And everybody dies alone
So the future is the wind blowing cold
It blows down your town made of cards
It´s such a lovely day
Such a sky full of stars
Still everybody has no name
Everybody dies alone
