T.Love: Poeci umierają

Poets, they are dying
handing in talent on the graves
of their addictions
Lord, forgive, forgive them

Poets, they are dying in palaces
in poverty
with authorities' eyes kept on them, they're completely naked
naked, naked, naked

they are alone and without your love
they are alone and without your love
they are alone and without your love
Lord, forgive, forgive, forgive
Forgive them!

Celebrities, they are dying in worship, in oblivion, among their enemies
They have poor advisors
Celebrities, they are dying, help mixes with grief
and with trading oneself

they are alone and without your love
they are alone and without your love
they are alone and without your love
Lord, forgive, forgive, forgive
Forgive them!

Poets, they are dying, I light a candle for them
Let's remember, let's remember
They're all alone, without love
They're all alone, without love
They're all alone, without love
They're all alone, without love

they are alone and without your love
they are alone and without your love
they are alone and without your love
They are dying, they are dying!