اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
He stood on icy beach before me
His face was beaten by the wind
Before the early morning sunrise
A man who thought he’d never sinned
He turned and slowly came towards me
Stumbling and faltering as he came
By his side a ragged little husky
On his face the loser's look of shame
He said: You, you misunderstand
The hope I had for this land
And you, you cannot conceive
Of all, of all I believe
