گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Death don't need a reason,
To come and take you, child, away
Loss always in season
Doesn't take a holiday
It leaves you in your mourning
Long about an evening frost
Look away from living and
Suddenly you find it's lost
A holiday
A hollow day
A hallowed day
No holiday
So pack your alligator
You may be the first to go
Just what you're worth
Only the undertaker knows
A holiday
A hollow day
A hallowed day
No holiday
