I went to the concert to see The Doors -
Man, you should have been there and heard the applause!
Jim Morrison had done his thing,
The fabulous, beautiful Lizard King,
'Hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name? '
Nobody there would ever feel the same!
He was our hero in spite of the booze
And nobody guessed he was born to lose,
The alcohol destroyed his voice,
But he loved it so much there was no choice,
He knew it would drive him round the bend,
'This is the End, this is the End! '
Jim Morrison, come back to us,
Travelling again on that old Blue Bus! !
There are so many types of sonnet, that you should have specified which type it was.
What type of sonnet is this? As far as my knowledge goes, this is not a French one, an English one, a Pushkin one or an Italian one... but I know there are many, many types of sonnets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If you think it destroyed his voice, you clearly haven't listened to any songs on 'LA Women'.