Текст песни Наутилус Помпилиус - Мы гуляли весь день под мелким дождем

I'll tell you the most terrible secret
I have been silent, but now I'm ready:
I - the Creator of all that you see around you,
And you - my joy, you - Mother of the Gods

Mother of the Gods ...
Mother of the Gods ...

The city of murderers, thieves and whores city
There is, as long as we believe in him,
And open your eyes - and he's gone,
And again we stand at the beginning of the century.

Mother of the Gods, we walked all day
Under light rain, wet your jeans
Lumps lying on the floor ...
So take most of the work!

Mother of the Gods ...
Mother of the Gods ...

We are the umpteenth time we create this world,
We are looking for new names for animals and flowers.
In spite of everything, love wins
So zabem and lit, the Mother of the Gods!

I was born a hundred times, a hundred times, and died,
I looked in the cards - the devil has no trumps.
They come to our house, but that
They will make us?
We are with you immortal ...

Mother of the Gods ...
Mother of the Gods ...

Mother of the Gods, we walked all day
Under light rain, wet your jeans
Lumps lying on the floor ...
So take most of the work!

Mother of the Gods, we walked all day
Under light rain, wet your jeans
Lumps lying on the floor ...
So take most of the work!

Mother of the Gods ...
Mother of the Gods ...