Tuberculosis Lyrics


An illness from the past,

who killed at last

the dreams and aspiration

for all those dead with resignations,

But also worth as an inspiration

for the saddest expression

from a grey epoch.

Filled with pain and misery,

depression and poverty

but in some way richer

than this modern decadence

nostalgic beauty

a longing.

Romanticism...

endless stone paths

impregnated with the essence

of those wandering souls,

Who eternally died!