Once again, no one saw you They only knew of you when you were gone You transcended art But no one wanted to see it They only wanted bread and circuses instead of you But you will always be alive. In the name of pure art Those who knew you will take care Of your works. They hid you from the people Because the people didn't want you. You weren't filling the coffers. Today you are remembered by all So that they can finally bury Your magnificent work. Your magnificent work. Your pure art Your transcendent inspiration Your magnificent work The people's hearts Were full of empty things. They only wanted opium And the same daily bread. On the other hand Your anonymity was a good thing. It preserved the purity Of your art.