اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Broken pieces of candel
Lying on my soul
Time is too soft to handle
And the mirror is so cold
I have pictured myself
On the streets of the universe
Red rain is falling into my head
And all colours seem to be mad
I´ll hold the fire
Until it burns my face
A slave of desire
On his endless race
I have put my thoughts
On the altar of hope
And the battle I have fought
Is lost no time for god
Broken pieces of candel
Lying on my soul
And no man is here to handle
My life as I´m growing old
