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!