The Nowarist کے بول

December sunrise I start aimlessly And throw the compass away The sun shines on my way December rain down I get under cover and close eyes sleeplessly there is comfort in the sound December sunset I start aimlessly and throw the old map away The stars light my way up It reminds me of your eyes Nowarist I believe it won't be very long The sun shines on your way Nowarist I believe it won't be very long the stars light our way up Nowarist I believe