Текст песни IgnaTuzz - Общество мёртвых поэтов

They forgot about the family, threw his dwelling
Starting from the rich and the poor to the lonely
Threw televisions, forget about the newspaper
Gathered at the common table in the soul of the dead poets

They do not go for the masses and do not go beyond the herd
Antisocial poets, no collapse, no decay
All live one idea, followed by a single goal
Seeking his days did not drink, did not eat

At the head of his own world, hundreds of paintings
At some hamlet is this house one
In this house only chairs, tables, pens and notebooks
in this house they have, though, siblings

Abandon all, perhaps it is so hard?
They just these monotony of everyday life became too sick
During the day they go out into the woods, probably breathe air?
And at night as vampires dead poets write.

Chorus: (2x)
Forever reject everything is not easy
And now I have thousands of meters
I do not know what brought me here
In this Dead Poets Society