اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
storm, has led even so with its winds forgets my memories to me this place
rain appears to take the wounded soul
to discover ways to obtain to live in peace
fought until being wounded by hatred
storm, has led even so with its winds forgets my sins to me throughout the time
rays burns arvores that they protected
to discover the truth for the light time
me for house
little remains me of this time
