Текст песни Dead Poets - Слепой Мир

Sometimes you do not want to squirm away and ,
Absent himself , to throw over the brink other inventions .
Finger cross with each beat is easier than carry
And it is not bending to the bottom of the press does not hurt the heel in the way.
Kaleidoscopic manner so different .
Trajectory catch your flow selfishness .
Point of view , in permanent contact.
Trapping the ball in the pocket of freedom is not ranked . dirt
Not washed off , it happens, and for the word is not binding ,
Do not hurry to the abyss , smiling in a suit .
Jaws simple servile voice chirps strictly .
From door to door from ancient one road .
He was born and zashilsya this blindness ridiculous .
From the lumen of the summer was going on snowdrifts to the grave .
Came out of the womb to God with its own sample.
Approached said : & quot; Though momentarily show
This gift is perfect - a world without war , murder and deceit & quot ;.
& quot; has lost his mind ! & quot; - He heard back.
& quot; I'm ready for this sacrifice & quot ;. - And saw the light , I saw the light
A second zazhёgshiysya and immediately extinguished .
Imprinted impression , image for someone who became dust .
& quot; You asked , I showed . You can not search for the perpetrators .
Addition, what people's dreams screaming , was not destined to become.
My gift is not appreciating , you turned to the crypt .
It would be better for you if you stay blind ! & Quot;

Untouchable idol , sparking sapphire.
Sun covers , obscures blind world .
Who asked , he had received . For someone who has been forgotten.
Fleeing from the windows of heaven, wash the inside story .

This is the lightest minute summer. July.
Light barefoot . Body tightened harnesses
Strong veins are swollen , prehensile toes , shadow waltz.
Before the eyes of the night , the mind in tatters .
Off lights centuries. Do not break off the shackles of darkness wind .
Come on, a rustle louder ! Sounds became louder .
Yellow hot days , dazzle the eye lights.
Burning fires . Take your eyes. No, better look!
Will fly shadow. Seven feelings inside me. Do you hear me , huh?
Whisper words drowns as horsefly bite .
Burns eyes prEN ashes.
Juice bruised stem ozhёg alive .
Kindness lesson defeat the evils in time.
Arm yourself with sympathy for the future you could not .
Pale , clear hand , all-consuming longing
Do not let go for a moment to see does not allow.
Plea does not help , does not affect the reality of the dream .
Illusion of patience deprive even genius.
The game is a complicated question and the answers are false,
Various actions of our impulses anxiety .
Clean air, light on perekrestov godless .
Blind heart sleeps under a shirt pocket.
Paper rustling underfoot.
Feel of paint, but do not see.
Road to nowhere , inspiration tear dripped ,
And, finally, came an epiphany.

Untouchable idol , sparking sapphire.
Sun covers , obscures blind world .
Who asked , he had received . For someone who has been forgotten.
Fleeing from the windows of heaven, wash the inside story .
Untouchable idol , sparking sapphire.
Sun covers , obscures blind world .
Who asked , he had received . For someone who has been forgotten.
Fleeing from the windows of heaven, wash the inside story .

Their own, someone else's , it does not matter ! All in the same mess .
& quot; Everything is given to us , all of our & quot ;, - who are older to say.
Heaven will be asked to everyone. Blind world !
From the highest to the acts of the unimportant .
Do the ends justify the means?
Inner virus local help By aground disaster.
And from dawn to dawn to sow chaos in this .
All are willing to break the intrigues , to take over
Attempts unpretentious pair to the height of the war .
In gums cracked , water alone bathed .
Play to the side: for coins
Continents moved apart , fought for the victory.
And over what? Against whom ? Over what?
& quot; Divided principle that & quot ;, - agreed to Uncle Sam .
In higher to play with their creativity slippery
But as long as the expense of zero - infinity in his favor.
There is no hope , when nurtured mess
In the minds of no access , at the feet of the old tread ,
Walking through time , leading our tribe
For admission to higher world , check the blind world .
Begins to see the judge to arrive
And to wash holes forget every last toilet .
His , a stranger , it does not matter . All in the same mess .
& quot; Everything is given to us , all of our & quot;