T.Love: Poeci umierają

Poets die
It consists on the graves of his talent
his addictions
Lord, forgive me, forgive them

Poets die in their palaces,
The poverty of his
Under the supervision of power are completely naked
Naked, naked, naked

Alone and without your love
Alone and without your love
Alone and without your love
Lord, forgive, forgive, forgive
Forgive them!

Celebrities die in his praise, in obscurity, in the midst of his enemies
Advisors are bad
The stars are dying, rescue mixed with mourning
and the trade itself

Alone and without your love
Alone and without your love
Alone and without your love
Lord, forgive, forgive, forgive
Forgive them!

Poets die, light a candle for them today
Remember, remember
In his solitude, without love
In his solitude, without love
In his solitude, without love
In his solitude, without love

In his solitude, without charity of your
In his solitude, and without your love
In his solitude, and without your love
They die, they die!