Текст песни Дмитро Ом - бог повешенный

the hanged god in the back room
funny to me
all sweaty
lice stuck
my city is all snowy
God laughs with a gentle smile
and in no hurry
handed out gifts on the street
and frozen joy on your face
people in the back room are furious
God hanged himself without them knowing
on the belt
carried out the furniture to the front door
either fun or annoying
I was given gifts on the street
and frozen joy on your face
so I died
suddenly
and not guessing
smells of incense
kind people
only greedy
be not okay he
this dream