Текст песни Татьяна Котова - Он бог которому молюсь я

It was hot, it was so
That breathe like the beat
Only with him, he filled the
All is one.

Just around the sagebrush-grass
Well, he has not broken me
I bloomed, I was hoping
That it sweet.

Without revealing petals
Withered love ...

    Chorus:
    He is the God to whom I pray
    He is the enemy, which I'm afraid
    He is a treasure, it seemed, and now the pennies
    He - my crying, he - the executioner of my soul.
    (2 times)

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

Just around the sagebrush-grass
Well, he has not broken me
I blossomed, I believe
That it sweet.

Without revealing petals
Withered love.

Chorus.