اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Dead apple tree not having the fruit
In a poisoning desert where the green is gone.
Rotten snake of sin covered with insect
With no reason to live when the shyness is gone.
Adam´s love changed into disgust
Questoningly looking at eve
Eyes full of alienation.
They don´t touch their naked bodies
Destroyed by disease handwritting of infection.
So this is our eden the one we desired for
But not many could imagine this.
We live where mother dies by the hand of son
Where the lie is the privilege of mighties.
So this is our eden which was built
By the cost of other´s suffering.
We´re making the whip for our backs
We´re becoming the slaves of our eden
Which is our hell.
