گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
My ears smoke, awaiting the word
My eyes, the apparition
Why don't you speak?
Why hold your arms so
for chasing crows down?
Mouth a hole of grief
(First the other/Thirsty of the) ghost of (.....)
Will they come down to me now?
Why don't you speak?
Why hold your arms so
for chasing crows down?
Mouth a hole of grief
Princes
You are all princes
