اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Black street
He walks up the black street
In to that old inn
Gathers all the words
Even picks up the ones fallen on the ground
Sing it away
Sing those landscapes away
And our tears
Gather them
Who would look at us
Us poor - in the face
When all walk the black street
In to that old inn
Sing it away
Sing those landscapes away
And our tears
Gather them
