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 to lie!
You will receive the sea of ​​prospects,
You sognёshsya tripled you stuff.
To stay on the field, the emptiness of the stars,
And back home, I watch the show.
On my bed I have a copy,
You're heartless, right? Harmful no soul!
Collect rags! Bring me!
Ignite. Look. Do not 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. Look. Just do not cry,
I was told tomorrow clap of thunder.
Dead hauling bricks,
Because the dead need a house.