اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The sad man
stand from his window
and his disconsolate
being
warning
the arrival
of hes tast sigh
of hes last winter.
Look the tears
the tears of the sky
listen the cry
the cry of the wind
Repeat first verse
Repeat second verse
In front him have the
life
but to him matters
the painful memories
memories from the
past.
Has possed on him
a solemn stand
in wich incarnate
each running tear
of the red cry
of hes heart
of hes last sigh
of hes last winter
Has fallen another
tear
vanished of hes last
sigh
has fallen to the
ground
tired by the sorrow...
of the solitude
in wich he is going to
rest
the red cry of hes
heart.
