It seemed only a few days before I met Mr. Holland in Antigua
We boarded the boat for Saint Sebastian
It was all just as I'd imagined
I looked at those great glowing stars
And I felt the warm wind on my cheeks
And I breathed deep
And every bit of me inside myself said, "How beautiful"

It's not beautiful

You read my thoughts, Mr Holland

It's easy enough to read the thoughts of a newcomer
Everything seems beautiful because you don't understand
Those flying fish, they are not leaping for joy. They're jumping in tеrror
Bigger fish want to eat them
That luminous watеr, it takes its gleam from millions of tiny dead bodies
The glitter of putrescence
There's no beauty here, only death and decay

You can't really believe that

Everything good dies here, even the stars