Once I was beautiful, once I was young
 Once I was (the) world and (the) world was me
 Said a poet to a girl
 Once I made heroes, I lived days as a lives
Once I wrote books, but now I don’t
 Tell me - am I a poet still, am I a poet still?
 
 If You want to leave then leave now
 Later You won’t have this chance again
 And If You want to cry then cry now
 Later You won’t have enough (of) that gold

 Once I was beautiful, once I was young
 Once I was (the) world and (the) world was me
 Said a poet to a girl
 Once I made ships, I sailed all over the seas
 I fought my fear and brought You here
 Said a poet to a girl
 
 If You want to leave then leave now
 Later You won’t have this chance again
 And If You want to cry then cry now
 Later You won’t have enough (of) that gold
 
And if You want to take of Your clothes
 Explain me: [bad word] You’re so natural
 I promise, I will stay Your poet
 No matter for those hard times that [bad word]