I lit my purest candle close to my window Hoping it would catch the eye Of any vagabond who passed it by And I waited in my fleeting house Before he
ترجمه: عرق خون و اشک. نیلوفر پیچ.
With the speed of insanity then He died In the green fields a turnin', baby is born His cries crease the wind and mingle with the morn An assault upon
