Lycee کے بول

I was looking through Through the, the window pane Tears of rain ran down And blurred a sight so bad Revolution now Somehow, I feel afraid I, I heard her cry Out loud, echoes insane She fell to the ground Her hand reached out in vain Young, Lycee was young But now, oh there she lay Who will call her name Victim of blood red flame She a living Sun Will not come back again I, I saw her face Through the, the window pane I still hear her cry I feel I want to die I, I saw her face Through the, the window pane I still hear her cry I feel I want to die