Seven Years In Tibet کے بول

Are you okay? You've been shot in the head "And I'm holding your brains," the old woman said So I drink in the shadows Of an evening sky, see nothing at all The stars look so special and the snow looks so old The frail form is drifting beyond the yoga-zone Turn to question the mountain Why pigs can fly, it's nothing at all I praise to you Nothing ever goes away I praise to you Nothing ever goes I praise to you I praise to you Nothing ever goes away I praise to you Nothing ever goes I praise to you Nothing ever goes away I praise to you Nothing ever goes Nothing ever goes Nothing