اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
When summer falls asleep
And winter plucks your strings
The colder that you get
Makes you feel at home
Build it up, build it up, build it up
If i come round there now
Would you be pleased to see me
I wouldn't make much noise
Just whimper to myself
Build it up, build it up, build it up
My head hurts more each time
The drinking strangles me
Believe in God, like hell
Believe in hell, by God
Build it up, build it up, build it up
