Текст песни Игорь Грог - Бог

Every day I think of god
I wonder if he thinks of me
I want to talk to him face to face,
But apparently not,
What a fag!
He owes me a lot
My life has failed
And it is sewn!
Bitch, nit, scum!
Is it very difficult?
I don't ask for much
Come, let's talk, I'll let go right away
Since childhood I have been exemplary
I didn't break the rules
I will pray to you, wash and unload the wagons
But I became offended at life,
Every day only gets worse
Didn't wake up tomorrow
Was woken up by surgeons

If you are
I want to see you,
Talk, sit on your knees
So that you explain to me the meaning of this life
And why do I exist at all