if i would be dying
and love and poetry and love would die
than i would not want to live,
i would want to go with them.

poetry gives me a chance,
a chance to say waht i want,
a chance to express myself,
a chance i would not give up.

love gives me hope
that everything will be ok
because above all evil
only love will stay high.

poetry and love
are my soul's sweet addiction
that i cannot give up
because my life would be empty.

if i was on my death bed
i would not care about dying,
but if i was toldthere was no poetry or love
i would want to end, before the suffering would start.