گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
What is this world, what is this we've created
In the burdens of this life i cannot rest
This world means nothing
Everything we hold will pass away
With a void of completion comfort will ever fade
I long for this wind to cease
We once held undying devotion
Now dead to our thoughts, undefined like our love
