گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Little dream of my life,
Today i want to cry.
I want to do a special thing,
To feel only my thought.
Light, i need the light of the dream,
God, i need my sure castle, and dry:
The black rain!
But i'm feeling the darkness,
In expectation of the truth;
Maybe this is the faith of the men,
So we are still here.
Light, i need the light of the dream,
God, i need my sure castle, and dry...
The black rain!
