गीत निर्देशांक
ENमूल बोल
अनुवाद अभी उपलब्ध नहीं है। मूल बोल दिखाए जा रहे हैं।
Dry and cold autumn
At the necropsy table you stares
I like the thickness
Of the strands of your hair
Two goats in the storm
Carrying me in his arms
Bringing me to the river
I keep looking at the stars
They covered my face
I felt my belly burn
Goats eating my bowels?
Or is it just concern?
Heart meter or crickets?
Instruments or teeth?
Ritual or surgery?
What am I doing here?
They took me by at the
Necropsy room stairs
I like the way you look at me
Now that you are dead
