Opiumist کے بول

In heavy fumes The visions I admired Homesickness I have lost long time ago Smell of the fresh bread Richly embroidered shirts The apple trees I used to sleep beneath In vivid slumber I didn't dare to move This hissing was a melody to ears Obliviate me And fill my solitude In frigid land of opium and rice 姑娘你家在哪里 The more you fight The more I insist Spider delight Watching your tangled wings Long inert life Or two charged years What do you choose What do you inbreathе? Your desperate obsеssion Was led by excessive self-control Through dense vapour Understand my unattainable Asian soul Black drops of poison Became a remedy The bitter smoke became my friend and foe And twelve pipes later No trace of ashes left You will burn like fire in the wind