Смоки Мо, Грязный - На пути у богов
текст песни

Man stood in the way of the gods
Greating them,
Before that, he bit his
Not sparing fangs!
Killed the flesh,
Without spending bullets
Treated with words,
But if it pressed -
Collected manat and dumped ...
Closing a rotten system
Gave the heroes of the era to the faceless gods
And wild gods -
Similar to
The latter - caught birds,
They sang, sharpened the axes, spoiled the virgins ...
The earth fell!
Yes camps of bizarre races of people,
Languages, grimas -
So the class formed,
But there were those
Who were going for,
Then they threw stones at him,
Cut, burned, beat ...
Winter pain
Often woke up in the summer,
But life was boiling -
Even in the Warsaw ghetto! ..
The lists for the flight did not fit,
Somehow the barracks were empty -
People no longer dared the gods ...
No longer threw stones in gusts of stupidity -
There was more faith now -
Some had power now -
So, were more dangerous
And that's why
We decided to shoot in the head of every fifth! ..
Who would have thought,
That in a few decades
This time will come again -
Someone will fly to the lists of the second grade,
Through intermediate holes
Clutching the throat -
Painfully!
Time...
It's a shame -
We lost it
Fronting the road to the gods, they forgot him,
Without resting his hands,
Copying the faces of war -
Fingers still have trigger! ..

We catch birds, we sing,
Not sparing the fangs,
Passing the virgins
On the way of the gods ...

We catch birds, we sing,
Not sparing the fangs,
Passing the virgins
On the way of the gods ...

We catch birds, we sing,
Not sparing the fangs,
Passing the virgins
On the way of the gods ...

We catch birds, we sing,
Not sparing the fangs,
Passing the virgins
On the way of the gods ...

The oldest had his eyes and knees,
The hearts broke inside
Already in bed,
Croes were fired flashes of lightning -
These years of their bodies are no longer remembered! ..
And the boys Boris and Gleb were different -
In those nights, Mary was divided among themselves -
In their chambers between affairs
And as if not saints at all -
Brother and brother changed places ...
Sires crazy
But people could not forget
The fading color of the sky! ..
Then the gods were again turned into crosses,
The stars burned, preventing the world from cooling ...
People pierced their hands
Harkled with blood
Drove under the nails
The cartridges were blown up -
There is all that all
The birds were observed in early spring -
How people tolerate battle ...
Rifles shouted on the way of the gods
Again,
But God could not forgive Anton ...
Ozone holes
They didn’t have time to stain -
Workers of road cafes swallowed soot ...
In concrete buildings, they ate their eyes,
Listened to the music of the wind
They shot in words
Buried in the basements of the body
Somehow ...
Transported icons to the west -
There - in that frozen sunset -
Only ash
Grounded blood -
The layer behind the layer fired the flesh! ..
Some wrote books -
It seemed that they became wiser
Others escorted friends of friends ...
Houses were empty closer to the fall,
Then the streams washed off the foliage
Pastors burned ...
On the border of the two main worlds
Man stood in the way of the gods ...

We catch birds, we sing,
Not sparing the fangs,
Passing the virgins
On the way of the gods ...

We catch birds, we sing,
Not sparing the fangs,
Passing the virgins
On the way of the gods ...

We catch birds, we sing,
Not sparing the fangs,
Passing the virgins
On the way of the gods ...

We catch birds, we sing,
Not sparing the fangs,
Passing the virgins
On the way of the gods ...