Psycho-aristocrat

Розмари Эрлих
It was beautiful, like а lie.
Amazing how the night.
Why did he have to die
In this strange fight?

He's a very subtle joke,
But did not know how to laugh.
And now he's up in smoke -
Dissolving in  love.

Who knows where he is?
This kind warm spirit.
It is not created for these
suffering every minute.