گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
From the night I have come
From the night I was born
I was created to solitude
To be afraid of the light
My spring is dead
And my autumn is endless
Inside me lives fear
Reality does not touch me
As I'm afraid in my dreams
I fear love and look for hate
I grow but never harvest
