اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Close these eyes
Immobile weapons dark wastes that gather night pierce
These lips into whose silence a constant sadness departs
Within a sound
It snows to dream an immense cold arranged
As a stream
Though ash were white.
In time
We become
Somthing else
Than we were... yesterday
(a) moment
Split away
Crazy action
Never stop.
Falling apart
True
Intentions
Show us
Across these words
Expression of mind.
Dimension
Hidden from us
Controlling...
(our lives)
Life leaves my body
The wound is too deep,
Into my heart.
Into my soul!
(I'm driven by a strange desire unseen by the human kind
Easy as a trap!)
