گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Hindered I am waiting for the moment of your bleeding
My heart is throttled like an hourglass in its middle
While my thought yells with epileptic throbs
I am looking at your orifice
And I say to myself: maybe you are dead
Maybe I am in a nightmare, in which
I find myself in an abandoned slaughter-house
There is no another explanation
Which for the horrible pestilence
You are emanating that of a corpse
Carved and abandoned to the worms
But here is the answer
Is not blood that you're spitting
Between your legs
But a feminine flop
So, in the end, I'm gonna try
To finally do something good - I'll forgive you
