Текст песни пульсаnet - маленький Бог

and on the street in both directions, not a soul,
you can only hear the barking of dogs and your own sound of footsteps.
and a little drunken God steps silently,
leaving internal cold traces of lymph nodes.
and while the old violin is crying in the taverns,
and in the darkness of the apartment the ceiling trembles for hours,
in the night crossing only with an outstretched dirty hand
along with the roar of machines, the little God dissolves.
through him people look at someone's cruelty and anger,
next to him, without looking back, they calmly pull the trigger,
and while by the hour they cut souls through and through,
a little abandoned God died for them hundreds of times.