اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
My life es far en londe
The sea has bounds, desire none
Spirit all compact of fire
Dance on the sands, tonight
Your lips are conquerors
Your lips are filled with lies
Lost, lost in what seems
That's how it should be
Who, who is to see?
We write in water
Now
Touch me under this sinking sky
I can command the smile
Be stirring as the time
Be fire with fire, with fire
Your lips are conquerors
Your lips are filled with lies
Lost, lost in what seems
That's how it should be
Who, who is to see?
We write in water
Now
Lost, lost in what seems
That's how it should be
Who, who is to see?
We write in water
Lost, lost in what seems
That's how it should be
Who, who is to see?
We write in water
