اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Crying, they're deep in pain, soulless, stench of death protrudes them
Wondering mind, killing dreams, grim reality of the night
Cold rain pours, hell is here, needles, pins, from the sky
Flaming light from guns ablaze, take you life, of an evening widow
And they cry, evening widow.
Will they die, evening widow?
To hillside, to bury the dead, black sedans forever come
Enemies stare, a child will cry, plot of ground, unholy stone
Dress of black, veil of shame, hiding fear of reprisal
Where to turn, lady in fear, cold hand of fate, evening widow
And they cry, evening widow.
Will they die, evening widow?
