poets of the fall

they are being born in angelic pains
nobody awaits from them any currency gains

poets of the fall live in the burning sunrise
I can read their toll, he can put in disguise

poets of the fall, what have you lost?
search and know, the answer's in the morning post

children of the sunshine, always in the dark
drinking lots of wine, bearing a mark

where will you go, whatever turns out?
you are going slowly, no scream, no shout

poets of the fall can not disappear
you can be only involved, come, near

poets of the fall, forgive us, believe us
we're waiting for your call, do not deceive us

poets of the fall, they are dying in marvellous passions
not likely to live, only in romantic confessions