گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
From the rugged mountains,
Down to the valley,
Amongst the fresh clouds
Which cross my body,
The wind doesn't let me breathe
And I dream of dying.
Everyday I want to enjoy
That sensation of mystery
Which I perceive sometimes,
So strongly,
It swells my heart,
Forgetting that there's no going back.
Delicious dream erases my fear
Of the end which is coming.
