Текст песни MISTO M - Божок

Little god in his domain
Zombies are alive, the herd is on their knees
Finger anywhere in the world
Everything here will be mine, the rest is not important

Beyond the mind of adequate opinions
There is one truth, the rest is false
Faith fits in a small palm
And in another law, so as not to fall

It can be seen so naked
The guns are up, and at the same time
On paper borders
Chips placing notes weight

You will not stall those
Who the breed is not "Versace"
And may your open spaces be stronger
There are people here with your soul brighter

Out of pathos, not in words, but with heavy iron
Knocks out here with a slogan
All these people are not slaves to your desires
All Wanga's predictions are water

The little god is in charge
Kisses the banner of kings at his abode
People call out his name for love
What would be more expensive than yourself and on the ears of the links

It delights the blind Themis
All equalities, on it the roads converged like a wedge
And continue to give birth to a blind generation
According to its idea in an empty world