Текст песни Char - Деньги это бог

rejoice at every piece of paper that falls into your pocket
rejoice at any bill whether you are a deputy or a drug addict
there is only money of other religions does not exist
and any dollar jump to affect you and the lame granny

pray to any icon of politics or city
the printing press will release a new shit right now
you will never burn and give this paper away
put it on a knife for money and then you fall down to a glass

we despise all those who have dedicated their lives to money
starting from a young age he climbed his own trap
with a smile I look at the accustomed to work
for those who are hunchbacked for money
you passed your souls already burn the apartment blow up the Porsche