اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
A raven, give him back colour
A raven, his shape affected all of his lovers
A craving for perfection
No borders ever in his sight
A raven, he wastes his own perch
A raven, the lives that people dreamt of
Pride / lust / greed / anger… he never feels fright!
A raven, look he’s falling into the sky
One day, I woke up in darkness
Too much colour was mixed up into black
Could you please colour me pretty now, owl?
My prayer is not answered by you…
(Death, blood, bodies, doom, cold lips)
Like that fable, I am a slave to boredom. I’m so sleepy
Like that fable, I ate death in wars all around the world
