Текст песни Портрет Дориана Грея - Поэзия сдохла

Am Dm Am Dm
Poetry died this morning
       C E Am E
When the bell alarm clock.
Not after washing , do not clean the teeth ,
 Without even getting out of bed . C E

So I am lying and foul smell ,
Until the neighbors came ,
Who threw his body into a pit ,
Buried and commemorated .

And somehow when she revived ,
Yes, it would be better not raised :
Pounding , fought on the coffin ,
And hell there - no one heard.