T.Love: Poeci umierają

Poets die,
They fold on graves their talent
Their addictions
Forgive mister, forgive, them

Poets die in their palaces,
In their poverty
They under control of power are completely naked
Naked, naked, naked

In loneliness and without love your
In loneliness and without love your
In loneliness and without love your
Forgive mister, forgive, forgive
Forgive them!

Stars die in their adoration, in oblivion, among their enemies
They have bed advisers
Stars die, rescue meddles with mourning
and with trade only oneself

In loneliness and without love your
In loneliness and without love your
In loneliness and without love your
Forgive mister, forgive, forgive
Forgive them!

Poets die, I light on them candle today
Let's remember, let's remember
In loneliness their, without love
In loneliness their, without love
In loneliness their, without love
In loneliness their, without love

In loneliness their, without love your
In loneliness their and without love your
In loneliness their and without love your
They die, they die!