T.Love: Poeci umierają

Poets are dying,
They bury talent in graves
Of their addictions
Oh Lord, forgive, forgive them

Poets are dying in their palaces,
In their adversity
Under the eyes of authorities they?re utterly naked
Naked, naked, naked, naked

All alone and without your love
All alone and without your love
All alone and without your love
Oh Lord, forgive, forgive, forgive
Forgive them!

When Stars are dying in self-adoration, in
obscurity, among their foes
Bad advisors they have
When Stars are dying, calculation mixes with
grief
and selling your-own-self

All alone and without your love
All alone and without your love
All alone and without your love
Oh Lord, forgive, forgive, forgive
Forgive them!

Poets are dying, for them I?m lighting a candle
So remember, remember
All alone, without love
All alone, without love
All alone, without love
All alone

All alone and without your love
All alone and without your love
All alone and without your love
They are dying,
Dying!