Текст песни Джем - Пьяный Бог

All the sisters on earrings, rings on all brothers
That woke up the house is our god, drunkard
Patching jeans, heart wide open
And yesterday he propyl white shirt

The mirror does not melt
Sore wraith
Man tired
Behind the god

Bound persons
Vzvizgnet old fear
If God killed
Who in heaven

He forgot how to work miracles
But the guitar strings
Left on the streets-dreams
Half-erased songs
And in the eyes of the vast
Impeccably and ghostly young
Spread sadness as printing
"My son is immortal"

And in the hand of God
Thirty-three threshold
Six ray transparent
Yes glass happiness

And solid poor
"God, give way"
Look under your feet
Look under your feet

God dwells in the night and day, cook pasta
What about the fact that he wears his crown
He forgot about it, only the neck hard
Tomorrow is the summer, do not need a shirt

The dream of crossing the street, but I can not sleep
On the shoulder with a guitar god-killer walks
The word in the loop knits, people like the loop
Please God, do not last ...
The night is waning

Drunken God cuts chords on stage
If I'm dead, I will just shadow

Just where is God again to reach the people
No dear to him, and will not sleep

Do not wake the god
Drunk he tired ...
Remember too much
And what - I do not know ...