Four Candles For Five Corners کے بول

The mist of time goes up and down From your tyrannical eyes and your ironic disguise Blowing in the wind, walking over the sky Shaking the trees, taking their leaves so high By your own you burn the sand When there is no hope to stand And where your sun lies Becomes a kingdom of light Even when the sun is warm This sun, that never dies But sleeps sometimes To let the rain falling down Four candles for five corners Only you, know how it goes With your tyrannical eyes And your ironic disguise And how it brights From cruel and true smile Making back the mist of time