گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Fragile
Immobile
For endless
lapses of time
Fragile
Immobile
in an ice cold night
Nothing I perceive
While I hold my breath
and see this life of mine
destroyed
and burnt to ashes.
Fragile
Immobile
With a thousand winds
around me, whispering
words of comfort while
they blow away the sands
of my poor
throbbing heart.
Fragile
Immobile
For neverending
lapses of time
I dare not move
swallow my breath
and my desires
for fear that a sound
could break the spell
Of these frail moments
Of a life I no longer understand
Of this pure perception of me
