اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
My God be upheld in our distress
My cries fill the air, my cries fill the air
The fangs of suffering tear my bosom
And refuse to release their hold
When will my sorrow begin to pale?
When will my sorrow begin to pale?
When will my sorrow begin to pale?
Lux aeterna luceat eis Domine
My God be upheld in our distress
When will my sorrow begin to pale?
When will my sorrow begin to pale?
My cries fill the air, my cries fill the air
(I have been struck and I am suffering!)
When will my sorrow begin to pale?
When will my sorrow begin to pale?
