اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
A cold wind has blown summer away
The golden leaves that fall
Wake the violence in me
From iris green to winter grey
I guess it's the crisp air I breathe
That gives it away
Now soon the ground will be
Covered with snow
So deep within sleeps
The violence in me
There's a child that walks beside me
Making every step I take
Pointless
They raise so tall these giant walls
Give no refuge to
The cold above
I share my coat and try to warm his skin
A noise that break us
A sound so soar, my soul it bleeds
It screams for answers
It screams in need
Now the cold is here
Wake the violence in me
