اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Your light it burns so painful
turn around and burn me painful
no light can release my pain
not a young god
I spit in the eyes of the marching sane
and in the young ones
and the world will turn in vein
the autumn in your smile
don't dare to walk another way
and when there's no behind... don't look back!
