5. 15. 97 — текст песни (Elliott Smith)

My flower would not unfold, always waiting for some sunnier day.

Quiet and patient, but afraid and hidden away.

And the awful truths been told, matter of fact

And I cant take it back and I wouldnt want to,

Or at least thats what I say.

Will you come out now?

Now that its too late for me to be in on the scene.

I hurt you bad, but you know youre a dream.

Do you want success, oh yeah.

Through somebody else, oh no no no no.

So start over, its been a time since youve had to.

Do you got your own thing? yeah.

What you want to do for now:stop taking everything back.

It confronts you just lying down.

Will you come out now?

Who would you do it for, unlucky charm, beautiful collapsing star?

Who would it be?

Why wasnt it me?