Текст песни ...Наут.илус ...Пом.пилиус - ...Мат.ерь ...бо.гов

I will open you the most terrible secret,
I was silent for so long, but now I'm ready:
I am the creator of everything you see around,
And you, my joy, you are the Mother of the Gods.

This city of murderers, the city of whores and thieves
There is as long as we believe in it,
And open your eyes - and it is no longer
And we stand again at the beginning of the centuries.

Mother of Gods,
We walked all day
Under small rain.
Your wet jeans
Lumps lie on the floor ...
So we will rather go out!

We create this world in which
We are looking for new names for animals and colors.
In spite of everything, love is defeated
So let and snatch, Mother of the Gods.

I was born a hundred times and died a hundred times,
I looked into the cards - the devil does not have trumps.
They enter our house, but what will they do to us?
We are immortal with you.

Mother of Gods,
We walked all day
Under small rain.
Your wet jeans
Lumps lie on the floor ...
So we will rather go out!