Los Poetas Han Muerto
Avalanch
The Poets Are Dead
Lord of time
Give my life some meaning
Grant me inspiration
To guide me along
Lord of time
Just give me one day
To turn my sorrow
Into a sweet melody
Lord of time
In these dark days
Lacking feeling
And good melodies
The poets are dead
No one cares about their verses
The poets are dead
The roses wither
That once
Their tears
Watered for you
The poets are dead
No one wants to understand it
The poets are dead
And on their grave
There's an inscription
A poem
Of love
That no one read
No one read...
Lord of time
This situation inspires no one
What I see makes me suffer
I must express what I feel
The beauty of a verse
With rhymes from the heart
The eternal shine of a canvas
And the cry of a song
Where are they?
Those verses are dead
Where are they?
I wish I could hear them
One more time
