Текст песни Джон Малкович - ХС

And I have a fat dream
So that an easy and affordable god appears
In glasses and with a player in the ears
Ready to sacrifice anything in an instant

He may forgive me
And suddenly a dirty heart will rise
Which got dirty day by day
Such a dirty, dirty heart

I hope he creates
Bohemian Toiletries
Where are the nostrils scratched with bloodied homeless people
Giving birth to humility or destruction in them

And on tired and stooped backs
Huge cakes are baked
And decorate bright showcases
Incredibly important emptiness

He takes his palm and takes
into unending eternity
Unusually jaw dropping
unmatched chemical freshness