Текст песни MADAM TUSSOR - Общество мертвых поэтов

Dead Poets Society
Holiday house lights blazing ,
He painted with bright colors ,
The joy and fun with all of its sides ,
We have to enter , enter , sing !
There is no spring , where there is no summer -
It's Dead Poets Society ,
There is no fate, here there is no light -
It's Dead Poets Society .
In my head ringing in the veins of rum,
The body takes in a violent storm ,
We dance at night, we dance in the afternoon,
We kiss the cold lips.
Blazing house fire devil ,
The black-and- black smeared all it is ,
Flames pulled from all its sides ,
Now we live here , we sing with fire!