گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Be careful with who caresses yourface
For those same hands can drown you in a river of tears
Be careful with people whose origin you don’t know
They could have come from behind those hills
Where nobody acts in good faith
Everything we leave behind can return one day
But nothing is like before
Out mistakes can be sacrificed
If we’re aware that it’s dead
You’re small before me
And every mistake I’ve made
Has free my mind
These hands that have once caresses me
Are drying tears
