Текст песни Соти - Боги которые не танцуют

Bullets D Gm D were cast from the lead madonna yesterday
To those who believe in gods who don't dance D Gm D
Nine grams of love between the ribs crunching into Asus4 Hm Asus4
And a contented dead man in a clown suit will smoke

There will be warm asphalt
There will be crushed ice
Will be forever alive
Will never die

Heading to where your burnt fingers are
Sharp bullets are woven from the material of the sun
I don't believe in gods who don't dance

I walked away nicely and didn't even turn around
And five minutes ago they called to return
Over nine thousand passers-by walking forward
And multiplying to replenish the mass of always similar

There will be gray concrete
And the sky is blue
There will be a joyful groan
As always you are right

Your burnt fingers tonight
Sharp bullets are woven from the material of the sun
I don't believe in gods who don't dance