Текст песни My Aprils - Мертвым нужно топливо

I was told who and why,
Collect rags, bring the rain!
Dead property, of course, to anything,
And live a long time. Better a lie!
You get, the sea of ​​prospects,
You sognёshsya three times, you stuff.
Stood on the field, the emptiness of the stars,
And back home, watch the show.
On my bed I have a copy,
-You Heartless, right? Harmful without a soul!
Collect rags! Bring me!
Ignite. Look. Not only mascara!
Dead need fuel and everything
Something similar to the target.
They told me who I am! I'm an ass!
I have a cold bed ..
Wait a minute. Look. Just do not cry;
I was told tomorrow clap of thunder.
Dead hauling bricks,
Because the dead need a house.