اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I look at bright sky
And I find clouds hovering
It is not being easy to find
The angels continue to fly
We are just one more prey
We are slaves of the pain
They love to commit one more crime
They want us to die
Don't look up at the gray sky
Should be against the whips of steel
We live in constant fright
But we cannot enter the wheel
All of us have desires
But we wasted in sorrow
It’s still early to die
We left everything behind
