Текст песни Л.П.П.Л - Бутафория

Cities grow out of papier-masha
Closing us God's light
Butafory closes the sky to me
But I know there is a real God of God

I know there is an innocent (x3)
God's world, God's world

This is a real rain
This is a real light
True love
Long-awaited my answer

I'm not afraid now I neither hell nor a person
I break through the ranks of rapier
And, doubt, clean without a trace
After all, inside me a real God