Текст песни Александр Заборский - Пусть Господь Бог простит

May the Lord God will forgive the sins of
After all, I do not argue for the life of sin
A sinless one fools
Well, how could I have lived and

In light of the fact that they ask for all
What I lived and he was looking for in life
I kradun's my craft
Yes I ever stole Merck

Do not believe the poor, God stole
And for that answer is quite
Only trouble huckster delivered
They liked me Lopatnikov

Never in my life I was not stingy
And attention is paid obshchak
If you can set off on my lap
What gave ten Kraslag

Take the same decision of the Lord
To me or to hell or to paradise
According to the concepts of hell zapadlo
So paradise vrot uncover

In light of the fact that they ask for all
What I lived and he was looking for in life
I kradun's my craft
Yes I ever stole Merck