When the poets cry keep your head down my friend
And do not speak more
You ll see another blood colour sunset
When the poets cry open your heart to the sea
You ll still feel some of those romantic lines which make you tremble
When the poets cry do not shed a tear
They will cry instead of you
Another afternoon you ll go through without love
When the poets cry eavesdropp
Their lament will flow over the flowers
Over the faces of passers by
Over the roads you used to walk
Even over the summer sun
Which warms with its rays unsuspected people.
When the poets cry do not speak
They will speak instead of you their lines
For another time will make you smile in your despair
When the poets cry doesn't need any rain
Words becomes water drops and refresh your soul.
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