Текст песни Андрей Забродин - исповедь набросок

no father came me not to you
I want to turn to God
rid about your fate
I am ready for it

you know god truth not melting
about your life I will tell the crash
I want to shine
I'm a thief and in this life I'm a throat

I walked in the kabaks until the morning
and Devak took what soul
For this, I stole
Although it was all and not legally

In fact, not when it did not bother
Although I knew how my sin could end
But the money was my head well
After all, I fed up in life at the top

I know God what you want to tell me
What is like I'm not a place in this world
And I will not find peace in heaven
After all, money does not pick up with you in the grave