Текст песни Mariko - Демон

I spend my day as usual
this world as a throat has become quite bosom
god created a primitive custom
because everywhere the victim again became prey
I do not game you understand and not the son of God
but the name of our souls was announced by Gogol
God didn’t ask much
give a reason and I'll flare up like a match
make our way to these stars
through losses alone through falls
we will divide our world as we like
but the blow of fate will become a wound on the body
I am not a formidable believe and not a slave of faith
my life after death will check it
I was looking for myself losing where we are
I know I do not belong here - I am a demon