اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Raise your fist
Smell the air
Taste the fame
We follow our hearts for
This time is fading
We nurture our minds
With a fake lullaby
In this world
Each to their own
Divided paths
In overcoming false hopes,
We enter the age of cycles
Freely we take to the air
Not knowing nor-
Caring the end
I won't forget today
It is burned inside
My brain
We use memories to
Canvas our lives in
Colored means
This is all our
Destiny
In this world.
