Текст песни Dead Poets - Образ

Her face was like snow in the stars eyes threat.
Lips delicate pearls in the hands of the living rose.
As the flames - sighs, tears like diamonds .
Cherish the unforgettable image and silent. ( 2p)

In the fog of deception she leafs through the novels without names ,
page - this is the country , the letters now - face.
On the stairs of flattery, in anguish of feeling forgotten
sad and empty, around the melancholy and boredom - lonely.
New book crumpled destinies , will not forget your way ,
it grew out of dreams, sadness and rare dreams.
What will happen to us? time will carry the flame of passion ...
I'm sorry , we are beyond these days.
Mirror of the soul in the dust , You wonder all evening
burning candles scattered cards in reverse order
Music is heard outside the window damned spring,
waiting for the word, look, another city , the same torture.
On a string web violin strings , music - it's years ,
Volume two is your treasure , poetry is dead again
more than ever , silence tickle throat
We will not be soon. Correct memory patterns
other features like shape, a new perfume
intonation, voice, eyes , eyebrows, hair.
Artifacts obtained in the case of failure, the best mask
sewn , plus a photocopy of your soul ...

Her eyes crows sneak jellyfish under the heart
whose door is passed only selected drawings illusions
people pulling with fear : God forbid mind -
sages , their sheep in the moonlight on an alien planet & quot ;,
their children through the wind flutters , among the human noise
oppresses the crowd , without a fight colors of the world passing
fallen star melknёt , pull only a
convoy for her feelings beautifully play mourning a fallen ,
gray loopholes royal palace did not pull the ringing
silver ball that bugger dancing image in a constant pas
in the same waltz paired with the one that was stolen ,
but where to find it now? how to pray to the gods ?
so that the pain is gone , and rushed fun , milk and blood on their faces ,
and life is broken , but a lover of sadness away cherishes the image of light , every summer ,
kneeling , thoughts are thrilled , you hear - kill me fairy,
your curl vypletaet marble its loop - that's my neck ,
plus your soul , sad thoughts and goals , breaking doors
in days , crushing dreams, while some we
pierced through the chest , on drink all the consciousness to death
drop your tears , cherish the crumbs of happiness

Incredible exclusion of hundreds of thousands of rules
as if someone is discourteous calmly put
We both head mirror at night crying
and he sobbed on the shoulders of characters habits sneak
Stars dropped her lashes and then darned chest spokes
Pages in an envelope woven persons would pour out
that the image of this half-mad world still builds
Love it , perhaps it 's worth it
her deep eyes full of broken blood vessels
sadness summer colds if sick mind
her tears shone like jewels
begged the larynx so as not to cut the sharp edges of the cheeks
cautious though we are far away but we were so easily
burn the cracked lips of ice milk
I 'll set you heat the thick silence of memories signs sounds a photocopy of the soul

but this line , word, letter by that window
in which you , gentle and pearls, and living rose.
Well, half-closed window will hands fumbling through the pages
where the warm coast , the river and the bridge , followed by your house ,
At the crossroads of the park, the flower market - as light
Softly , softly all it was - but it was by.
now I'm here , now sculpin Mara snowy day , cherish gimp
then ash , empty shells , single shot, the voices of children
sorry, not ours. funny, but not even my
and I look out the window - the valley of the dead remember your image
still leave the voice , which is a sense of flame , about pearls under the white snow.