Текст песни Dead Poets Society - От третьего лица

In my head,
Crack the window shutters
Imagine
Henceforth, to stake everything
He would have hidden thoughts in notebooks
But you, on the notes so tight
Their stelesh
And it's not just a dream
You're his nicotine - say, the last packet of "Kent"
Do not you replace someone and it dies legend
If you burn candles - down, not repenting
If soar in dreams, then steaming
Scarlet sky in the eyes
That's Nakata shower
But he came to himself
- Giving oneself
Paul penny for feelings, he throws them to the crowd
Inside, the empty, the last day of Pompeii

Movement stiffness,
Your eyes like a hammer smith
Duplicity poets write
From a third party
Do not deny
All made purely because the verse as a confession
Fly me down, believe that pain is not the end

She stomped
While indulging
The flow of the verses penetrate
It is difficult
God. Not getting hooves, heels upodobaet
Meticulously
Sound added,
The whisper of melting, he stomped, too
Upwards to winding
Incinerate himself, well, as you can?

Mile after mile
Grief lasts dust
... You currently have changed
But why do you blame
The voices on vinyl

Movement stiffness,
Your eyes like a hammer smith
Duplicity poets write
From a third party
Do not deny
All made purely because the verse as a confession
Fly me down, believe that pain is not the end