اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Whatever walks with two legs
Gets all things done wrong oh
We're condemned
We pray for pretty ribbons
A happy and proud religion oh
The wind is blowing in the fields
Here and there the straws fly in trance
They come at you with all mischiefs
Silencing dances giving no chances oh
They rejoice at the squeaks of despair
And we are left to dream here
In the green fields of the world
Green fields of the world
The wind is blowing in the fields
Here and there the straws fly in trance
They come at you spontaneously
Silencing dances giving no chances
They rejoice at the squeaks of despair
And we are left to dream here
In the green fields of the world
Green fields of the world
Green fields of the world
Green fields of the world
