گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Like a fast start is the sonorous wake,
A voice made of numberless voices.
I'm turning round, looking for you,
But your sound springs from inside.
You reality without essence,
Eternal fire and icy pallor.
Tell me where you are from,
Thou obscure inhabitants of dark.
Are you meloudious and bewitching
Or terrifying and deceptive?
