The night of decay
The night we died
There was so much to live for
And a lot more to die for
Tell me now
Did anyone cry for us
Did anyone remember us
Oh, what do we owe the world
To be accepted like everyone else
Did we even have the right to live
Or were we just dust in the wind
Totally abondoned
On the streets of lies
Our tragedy is worth of tears
We had no one who loved us
Look at the moonshine
On the rose
The red shine of our souls
The divine beauty everyone hates
The divine beauty no one can have
So untouchable
So unressistable
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem