undermask life, he played a fairy-tale
forgotten the kindness and no mask feeling
a player and a genious, he was that's time fabulous
spoke, read and wrote, everyone believed him
shortage of time, he tried to follow his dreams
revered the images, tried to feel it like this
too smart for this life or too dumb
believed in feelings and every heatbeat sound
fucked the bitches, slaves of the passion
no penny beyond the soul - just suit and obsession
poet's soul, animal's avidity in body
he believed in people, but believed nobody
theatrical show, he was different at all
a smile, a laugh, a sin, he became miserable
waiting for wonder, blindly believed in ideal shit
in the image that he created and built
dreaming 'bout everlasting glory, his own stage
high prices, nerves, problems and fame
defeated by dirty people's weakness
felt nothing except the sympathy and forgiveness
people see what their eyes want to see
he read anyone's mind just looking in the eye
he saw everything and they could not hide
despaired for all these years of emptiness
attempts, dreams and thrown flowers
despair was taking the last strength
like in life, from cradle till grave-death
he could not go away from the stage
took the gun and shot himself
everyone's shocked, everyone's crying
mourning and screaming
and no more denying
that man was buried -
2 days past -
he was forgotten and that was the last