الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
Lying on the ground
As battle rages on
Warm blood covers
The cold land of our fathers
Don't cry for me my son
Because I'm not the only one
Where I go you can't follow
This journey I will make all alone
I've bled so many times for this land
But this wound will claim my life
Death commands me to give my hand
Let not my people
اضغط فوق أي كلمة لمشاهدة ترجمتها
اضغط فوق هذه الأيقونة لترجمة الجملة بأكملها