Flegeton - Dead Roses | Текст песни

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Oh, look at this boy.
What a sensitive child!
He grows flowers in this gloomy place
The place that he waters
Just turning to mud
And his secret draws pain on his face...

When I looked at that infant,
The lead of his dog,
That he hold in his little hand
I've decided to give him
The flowers I brought,
But he said, "Sir, your roses are dead"

...Roses are dead...

I returned from the town
With the roses that
Had been cut just before I came.
And I gave them to that
Little boy on the graveyard
He told me the same
"They alive!", I rejoined
But my flowers were spurned
By the boy with lead in his hand
And he told me again,
Like a verdict of hangman,
"Dear sir, your roses are dead"

...Roses are dead...

This dog (is) the underground and dream
For fairy tales will be undead,
This boy whose only fault
Was endless love for the only friend:

Funny story
For the ones
Who never fall in love with someone
But themselves.

For now I understand
Not every buried one
Is dead
This boy whose only fault
Was endless love for the only friend:

Funny story
For the ones
Who never fall in love with someone
But themselves.

Oh, look at this boy!
What a talented master
Made the sculpture so close to life?
And all visitors cried,
They have cried their eyes out
For the boy with devotion to Life.

And they brought him their flowers
And gave them to the old man
Who was completely mad.
He just trampled down roses
And cried like insane,
"Your roses are dead".

...Roses are dead...

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