گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
It's snowing through the night.
I hearing the voices of a distant shores.
I'm looking for words
like for precious jewels
and working them into a fabric of my mind,
under the hard shell of everyday vital nonsense.
I found pride and humility breathing.
I'm walking through darkness of an empty street.
A quiet song wants to be born.
I'm on the heaven's door.
Crowds of shadows wreck me inside,
wreck all I long to touch...
Hope... Love... Freedom... Death.
My feet are freezing
and it's snowing through the night.
