اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
When the end comes
You'll see hydrogen electrolyzed
You're amazed at the cold you see, the fire by your face
Bitter bloom, flightless skies
The fear the doom it's no surprise
Realize, there's no sense in losing your mind before your time
In order not to worry you write the words down
But it's a fool's game and your game face is shameful
Rise youngs sun you're a tireless one
And you'll be back, burning
When the morning comes
When you catch my soul upon waking
Will you make a wish
For the wild west to accept the excess?
When the end comes
You'll see fields of green beyond your reach
And heartbeats
Rise, young sun
You're a tireless one and you'll be back burning
When the morning comes
When you catch my sould upon waking
Will you make a wish
For the fool's gain to equal his insane?
