Текст песни Дездемон Сидоров - Спит Господь на чердаке

Little Lord in the attic,
In the surround of gray rats,
On his big hand
People do striptease

In the reflection of drunk dreams,
I told me "love",
Rack more firewood
They stop the stove

The wind plunges into my window,
Cigarette smoke circle,
Will call and drown
My cat soul

Little Lord in the attic,
Nearby sleeps love and death,
And the Lord in your hand,
Gropping gickers and whip

Nail you write on the glass,
On my crazy dreams,
And fly on the broom,
And you shout to me that "fool"

I'm not sang yet,
What are you good!
And shouts from under the racity,
My cat soul

Little Lord in the attic,
Crawls to Him Shash
And tell about you
My cat soul

C, G, AM, EM