Текст песни Т. Котова - Он Бог, Которому Молюсь Я

It was hot, it was so,
What I would like to escape to the beat
Only with him
He filled the
All is one.

Once around the sagebrush-grass,
Well, he has not broken me
I bloomed, I was hoping that he mil

Not petals opening
Faded love ...

He is the God to whom I pray
He is the enemy, which I'm afraid
He seemed to treasure, and now the pennies
It is my cry
He is the executioner of my soul

He is the God to whom I pray
He is the enemy, which I'm afraid
He seemed to treasure, and now the pennies
It is my cry
He is the executioner of my soul

Was nectar was poison
Instead of lilies of the valley weeds
Yes, love - a tiny sprout,
A tough weeds

Once around the sagebrush-grass,
Well, he has not broken me
I blossomed, I believed that he mil

Not petals opening
Faded love ...

He is the God to whom I pray
He is the enemy, which I'm afraid
He seemed to treasure, and now the pennies
It is my cry
He is the executioner of my soul

He is the God to whom I pray
He is the enemy, which I'm afraid
He seemed to treasure, and now the pennies
It is my cry
He is the executioner of my soul