unborn And consequently tear at my old scars And the mask I had outworn So when I'm crying alone Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone Grow me a garden of roses
unborn And consequently, tear at my old scars, and the mask I had outworn So when I'm crying alone Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone Grow me a garden of roses
Tercüme: Goodbye. Gül.
yet unborn And consequently, tear at my old scars, and the mask I had outworn So when I'm crying alone Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone Grow me a garden of roses