Текст песни Виктория Петренко - Агностицизм

Your name is not remembered now,
Maybe you are not at all?
You will arrange a slaughter in the word.
The whole victory where there are troubles. Give me an answer.

Where, where are you now?
Where is the dust from phrases?
Where? Where? There is no god.

Why didn't you help
You swim in the fog of roads.
You inhale the same could.
Who are you, our strange God?

If you were, you did not leave everyone
In trouble and on the bottom, you heard laughter,
But he did not lie on the shoulders of the sky
And what did you do? Did not give bread ...

Where, where are you now?
Where is the dust from phrases?
Where? Where? There is no god

Why didn't you help
You swim in the fog of roads.
You inhale the same could.
Who are you, our strange God?
Is there a weak sense in faith?
Here is someone else's wolf ...
Your useless angel.
Are you at all, our God?