اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
You don't let me dream. You're waking me up
Just to drink with me one warm cup of mud
I feel so ashamed. You're shaving your skin
Your blood runs insane while my will is weak
Your triumph is a fake but you won't confess
This night looks so grim inspired by the storm
My faint childhood dreams would not ever grow
I feel ready now. This fear makes me blind
I'm drowning deep down. You're rising
Your triumph is a fake but you won't confess
We're booth made of mud
