گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I dearly miss this wind
Stroked my skin long ago
It lent me air to breath
And brought me precious memories
As the wind moved on
I was left behind
Hail to the king of thieves
The taker and creator
Turn hourglass just three times
And watch the world decay
Once my well ran dry
The wasteland closed in on me
Sand has devoured this site
And forced me to stray
Two turns are down
The last grain's falling down
The wind will blow again
And carry me along
