Рассветный цирк - Идеальный (В A Миноре) | Текст песни

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The dreamers never worth the dream
If he knows inside dreams never come true
Till the day he dies victimizes himself
Cries forlorn for the lucid love
Hes got to be a man you see
Because hes blessed with the plague
And hell sing you a psalm
A psalm about giving and moving along
Now his love his blood is theirs

The dream is never worth the dream of being known
Inside it'll never come true 'til the day he dies
Victimizes himself, cries for lord for the lucid love...

Yeah... Yeah, Yeah

The Perfect, the beautiful
With breath like the sky, has a moon for the heart
And it's well known that he's too late
Like the burnen of atlus it's the posion we drink

For he's living a in a world
For doing it for the reason why
Charles denise exchange
The thread were grasped far he made

This dream is not what
The dream since he knows
Inside Dreams never come true, till the day he dies
That I feel so loved
Dreams of eyes and jelouse stare

The dream is never worth the dream of being known
Inside it will never come true til the day he dies
Victimizes himself, cries for lord for the lucid love.

The Perfect, the beautiful,
With breath like the sky has a moon for the heart
And it's well known that he's too late
Like the burnen of atlus it's the posion we dri(nk)...

The Perfect, the beautiful,
With breath like the sky has a moon for the heart
And it's well known that he's too late
Like the burnen of atlus it's the posion we drink

The Perfect, the beautiful,
Breath like the sky has a moon for the heart
And it's well known that he's too late
Like the burnen of atlus it's the posion we drink