گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The salt from my eyes burn
As does the acid of my tongue.
Might a tempest releive me of sound and sight.
Might I unearth the hatchet
And put it to proper use.
My hand is poised, and in fury.
Only thunder gives me rest.
Dare me to breathe
When I cant catch my breath.
Sway my temper's balance.
Only thunder gives me rest.
