I used to sing songs, that dazzled the crowds
My words lifted their souls, up into the clouds
Devout in my words, the skill poured out from me
But all things come to end; this I agree

Great works from me are written, when emotion is strong
But now everything's tranquil, and words come out all wrong
Months of peace, bring to me endless shame
To explain my weakness, seems to be my last aim

Like a dying man, I wheeze out my last
Trying to remember my greatness, as it was in the past
And so I've been living, emotion, without
At last, at this moment, all my skill has poured out...