گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Beating bright and in the eye
The isles of the body they turn
They are shaped by the flood
The onset of a blindness
Leeched and wearied
Unfolding somewhere else
It is gone and the body is stood blind
Back through a dirge, a remedy and a fever
Borders sketched without song
A child was buried here
Here my son was buried
And God danced around the coffin
And we danced with your God
And I watched my mother's body
Raped by a prophet
I watched my son die
