Sacre Coeur کے بول

Sacre Coeur Leaves fall by the riverside blown through the sity of lights I grab them up for you such a lovely sight from on high downpour through the night clouds her eyes as the cold starts to bite Sacre Coeur now my sacred heart take my hand let the bleeding start Fog grows through the evening air cast off from the city lights There is no trace of you no reason tonight up the stairs downpour through the night takes my fears as the cold starts to bite (agnus dei, qui tollis pecatta mundi) Tumble to the riverside back to the city of lights I will return for you and make this alright from on high downpour through the night stains the skies as the cold starts to bite. (miserere nobis)