گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Will you please pour me some love?
Last years' harvests have been most dreadful
and I'm growing ever bitter from this long draught...
Won't you tell me a wonderful story?
All these drunk fairytales have been most sad
and I'm growing ever tired of these fake promises.
Pour me some love - this crimson poison tends to colour
all your lies heavenly blue.
Some more love, to drown this winter in its warmth.
