You're not just Poets of the Fall,
You are the poets of my soul.
You sing the joy, you sing the sadness,
Emotions that you give are endless.
I've asked myself so many times:
How can the music be so nice?
How can it warm the heart with feelings?
How can it have so many meanings?
I don’t know how. I mean, it’s magic:
You music can be even tragic,
But at the same time it can save
No matter if I’ve lost my faith.
You are the soundtrack to my life
Whenever it is dark or bright.
Your songs are special to me:
They help to carry on and dream.
Thank you so much, my dear Poets
You mean a world to me, I’m being honest.