اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Whisper whisper
Speak not the words that sustain your lips so pure
The rising moon call the fogs to sing that overture
Let them be heard for in their words a sweetness falls in hollows
Where souls can pass unnoticed and hide their deepest sorrows
They call and bind a link with find to join the earth and moon
A virtuous magnetic quest is woven on their loom.
