اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The leafless branches under the moon
Cast their shadows
Upon the rings and bracelets in your room
In abandoned sorrow
We hold on to the frailest night
A blue mantle keeps us apart
Where the window is narrow
In the silver island of your heart
Where you hide your troubles
We hold on to the frailest night
I stumble on you in the mirror
Shattered in subtle ways
My broken voice won’t bring you nearer
No hope, no fear
Just a star that gently fades
The patient angels waiting still
In distant gardens
As you deny your will
And your desires
You close the dreams from your eyes
So they won’t betray you
And slowly seize your holy night
Where no one can see you
I hold on to your sacred light
