Текст песни OST Гомункул. - Бог выходит из машины

All you wanted

No time to go
And the quarter is not empty
And on your lips
Trembling cross model
And in my hands
Silver thread
It does not lead us anywhere
Today she does not drive fell

Etc.
Tearing clothes applause
God crawls out of the car
Here now go convertibles
Here here back Kalash
And our young palms
Touch of black metal
Do not worry - it will hurt
All you wanted

While there are hours
And the earth revolves
And a step away from zero
Lights Kremlin Star
And death does not care
In fact it is someone 's son
We have time to do all that we can not
Or at least something that is not Sasse