گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I heard the grim voice of the soul,
In words of woe, she spoke.
And still I feel
Her burning,
Deep beneath a smile,
She cries.
She held all pain ever unspoken,
An intimation of sadness.
And still I feel
Her burning,
Deep within a smile,
She dies.
