Текст песни Николай Гринько и Green - Богу. До востребования

Nikolay:

My relationship with God is strange. Do you know what the Cargo Cult is? Search Wikipedia. Airbases were based on the Pacific Islands during World War II, and the natives were even hired — carrying boxes, washing barracks — and paid with them for clothes, food, and more. It was called cargo - cargo. The war ended, the bases turned down, but the natives are still waiting for the return of the flying gods and the heavenly Cargo, building runways and airplanes from Babmuk. They imitate military uniforms, march along the sand, make headphones from halves of coconut ... And they do not understand that all their actions have no effect on those to whom they are intended. The gods do not hear them. It seems to me that everything we do here on earth has nothing to do with higher powers. We do not know, we cannot understand how it is arranged, we simply are not able to comprehend this. But still we are doing at least something to reach out. We build airplanes from Babmuk, march along the sand, wait for Cargo ... Literally in an hour and a half I wrote a song. Perhaps a record. Suddenly I realized that some lines were running in my head, I grabbed a pencil and wrote it down. I didn’t think about music especially - it wasn’t before. It turned out here is a "letter up." This is probably my way of communicating. My personal, personal Cult of Cargo. Uma Thurman carries frantically from the whole arrangement, the melody also reminds me of something ... I don't give a damn. Let it be as it is. The gloomy thing turned out. To God. Poste restante.