गीत निर्देशांक
ENमूल बोल
अनुवाद अभी उपलब्ध नहीं है। मूल बोल दिखाए जा रहे हैं।
No leaves on the trees
Flowers made of stone
Just a cold bitter wind
Blowing through my bones
If only I could
Fall through myself
You’re the fire I long for
There’s nothing I want more
Than feel your flames
Get my fingers burned
You’re the fire I long for
All gold and all green
Withers silent before me
Just this cold bitter wind
That locked me in this body
You’re the fire I long for
There’s nothing I want more
Than feel your flames
Get my fingers burned
You’re the fire I long for
