اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Deep into the deadness of the night
The dark is gaping beyond
Black driving holes are soaring high
The time is out of joint
Whirling of the absurd
Which rolls all our dice
No one can shun the snares of death
But still we keep on trying
We wanna know more about us
So much we have to ask
To find out the cause of a meaningless being
Or retreat an' believe in God
We have to fly faster than light
To break the time and the sphere
Find out the point of our existence
Somewhere - out there
If there is no one behind the curtain
Of the theatre called life
We have to bear those ills we have
Carry the fardel of our lives
