Текст песни Пиэм - Гормон Страха

The peculiar interpretation of Edgar Allan Poe's poem "The Raven"

Part 1

steeped in old folios
he did not understand how the temples silvered gray
that the assurances of the local ladies were nice and elegant
and the only visible light bulbs

He whiled away the fireplace, in the hope
that your favorite will soon be able to drop his lips he
but no one to give a medicine, and those that
for a glass of wine from the cellar to spread her legs
not needed at all, even if one waits for his children

but just below the chimes I was worried silk curtains shine
he put Plato, wiped his forehead with a handkerchief and gingerly opened the window
Crow there, not even a black eye povedshy proudly with fanfare
I sat down on the contrary, praised haughty eyes

host palaces, one with a fever, a lump in the throat
inquired, "Is your Lenore soon will I see?"
Raven, his mouth open, as if it was a dream,
only languidly said the "Nevermore"

Part 2

he, as the gates of Hades, Charon guard
You remember his sins, if he harbored a grudge
thicket dopit for two
Raven arranges a feast of your eyes, but you see

he haughtily flaunts in front of you in the blue-black tailcoat
surpassing importance of the executioners, leading the prisoners to the scaffold
He arrogantly looks at you
one look at the human race to live in fear of their dooms

and it is in all its glory here
It leads you terse conversation
its brevity not you setuy
he has the answer to your every question
but the question is:
and so are you ready to answer?

he at midnight without asking open the window sash
consider room bottomless watchful eye
He straightens his coat floors, and satisfied with your eyes full of fear
mockingly repeat your long protracted wail