اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
A bleeding heart
A cold river
Like a stone, sinking
Like a fossile bone
End of time - thinking
Takes forever
With the mind we die
With the skull we cry
With your teeth - measuring
Your remaining time
With my eyes - holding
Which was never mine
In a jar - deeply
We can foresee
Sweet madness
The shadow of a burning tree
With a face - glaring
Into the void
What makes waiting
Always hoping
We will die - always
As in ever
With our fate
Always obscured
