گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Closing the eyes under the sun,
confusing cosmic tunnels seems
to open their warm spirals.
Solar breeze,
us back in its wake,
the sand light, that burns
in our brains.
And make us awake.
Flashes between red and sand,
that burns like the desert breeze.
plunging the senses, in the expectant silence.
Believing that we can see beyond their grooves.
To appear in our unconscious so close.
In some fleeting dream.
Taken by some distant sun...
