اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The paths we go along
Are empty now
That is unmistakable
You can turn it all around
All you want
So I thought as I threw something on the grill
Time stood still
Beyond the canal
Was the wide blue sky
A (?) sound
Like a bicycle bell
Sounded in the distance
In the humid air
I stood alone in my garden
Everything looked frozen
Waiting for the last summer days of this year
And to me it was anything but strange
