اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Black rose a close friend
I was with her at the end
Hanging by a thread to life
The young don’t go gracefully
No stoic older life
What a pale and terrible sight
The hopelessness of it all
It’s so overwhelming
At death we sit at the bitter table
Surrounded by faceless company
And life has lost sweetness
When every eye is full of pity
I’ll lay a single black rose at your grave
I’ll lay a single black rose at your grave
I’ll lay a single body at your grave
Convulsing despairingly
