گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
your eyes reflect the fire that burns this city.
the tall buildings reach for air above the smoke.
the sky will never clear.
a trumpet sounds the revolution.
the streets are crowded with the expressionless armies. straight from the mouths
of corporations into their brain.
