گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
River flows, goes down he don't think of returning
Birds fly high for the never ending sky
Restless wind you run and blow ever so free
Never know the fear of tight and strangling chains
Could it be that to these things we are all strangers
And when life will end we'll all be looking to die
