اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
She breeds tumors in her backyard at night
Hides from daylight and from curious eyes
Beware of what you're abot to find
Beware of screts in your crooked mind
And when the water started falling
And washed away her sins
Eternal voices calling
From a battlefield within
A place to hide your sorrow
And find rescue at night
I'll be sleeping in her garden
In her garden of light
