Текст песни Дмитрий Авилов - Как-то раз, вершитель судеб...

Once, arbiter
Opened its skies,
So I said: "Hearken, people!
No money and will not be.
I finished off the last pudding
And I sit without money himself.

Maybe it's weird to hear -
We set off again.
And humanitarian manna
(Not drooped to pockets)
Will Our eroplan
Rained down only slightly.

The disposition is as follows:
(If you suddenly come Territory)
I remember everything, I know everything,
Throughout the angels fly,
Those who die in agony -
Go immediately to Paradise.

That was not alone,
(As in other times)
I am sending you the prophet.
I drain them now ...
All of them still do not have to proc
No damn. "

Saying it is too early,
What plans does the Father.
Only unless it is strange,
What raving in wafer torn,
That we believe in the sheep,
That deified calf?

Well, people - if strictly -
I do not need the Good News.
They also need so little:
To complete the road,
Yes, find any god -
And in his bosom climb.