Толеранс - Мой век
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Припев:
Мой рок, мой страх
Видимо, бог плох, видимо, бог слаб.
Мой век пылает на семи кострах -
Видимо, бог слеп, видимо, бог слаб.
Мой век горит на кострах, пока
На стыд и срам – боги в облаках, а мы – в дураках,
На стыке драм – шёпот и страх, пепел и прах,
Лозунги на устах, крах, пророки в слабаках.
На наших странах – стаканы, на тронах – истуканы.
На грани сорваны краны, капканы старых тиранов.
Напрасно прятали шрамы, напрасно шли ветераны,
Свастика на домах! На старых ранах – новые.
Дамы, господа, ждём Господа, или мы спятили?
Желаю себе ангела в приятели!
Где мира начинатели, где образ мира матери?
Храним в углах их, родных кутаем в скатерти!
По твою душу придут серые плащи,
Они выращивают лозунги, зажимая нас в клещи.
Молитву, как хомут на шею. Разбивают лбы!
Видимо, бог слаб. Его слабости видны!
Припев:
Мой рок, мой страх
Видимо, бог плох, видимо, бог слаб.
Мой век пылает на семи кострах -
Видимо, бог слеп, видимо, бог слаб.
В шахтах жизни, монопольных рудах
Бог ослеп. Слеп поводырь, слеп зрячих поводырь.
Слеп полководец, сложивший оружие.
Время, видимо, просит осуждать судей!
Видимо бог стал стар стать на пьедестал,
Стал слаб, загулял в угаре пьяном, учит сути
Путей смиренного света.
А меня сотни заноз в стёртых мозолях разучили на судьбу сетовать,
Да искать ответы в сагах о боге с доводом «только так должно быть».
Тщеславен монарх, да алтарь лишь приемлет
Дань славы, дань боли, дань воли, дань крови.
В Гордиев узел нити кукол кукловод запутал туго,
Страх власть потерять меч держит в ножнах.
Спившись, кумир превратился в мумию.
Бога, думаешь, нет? Бог есть, но бог умер.
Припев:
Мой рок, мой страх
Видимо, бог плох, видимо, бог слаб.
Мой век пылает на семи кострах -
Видимо, бог слеп, видимо, бог слаб.
Пулями, копьями зло копим. Опиум!
В кострах религий кипим, перекипаем, топим.
Чьи-то глаза всё ждут его с помощью голода.
Слепо верят! Так же верили в силу серпа и молота.
То тепло, то холодно. Выбрать бы идола годного,
Одного, подскажи мне, из какой религии!
Или напрасно всё это? Ведь каждый считает своего бога самым великим!
Отравляющий воздух кладбищ, серые плащи.
Вижу в дорогих глазах не огни, а фитили от свечи.
Хоть ты кричи! Аппарат управляющий
С ищейками, хоть и не стало партийных товарищей.
Я добавляю шаг в этот строй. Принимаю бой!
Промываю глаза водой, рад бы лоб разбить я свой
В молитве, но чем ближе к небу, тем больше разбой.
Умер старый бог, нам нужен новый, нужен другой!
Припев:
Мой рок, мой страх
Видимо, бог плох, видимо, бог слаб.
Мой век пылает на семи кострах -
Видимо, бог слеп, видимо, бог слаб.
Chorus:
My rock, my fear
Apparently, God is bad, apparently God is weak.
My age is burning for seven fires -
Apparently, God is blind, apparently God is weak.
My age is on fire while while
For shame and shame - gods in the clouds, and we are in fools,
At the junction of the drama - a whisper and fear, ashes and dust,
Slogans on the lips, collapse, prophets in weaklings.
On our countries - glasses, on the thrones are idols.
Cranes, traps of old tyrants are torn on the verge.
Scars hid in vain, veterans walked in vain,
Swastika on the houses! On the old wounds - new.
Ladies, gentlemen, are waiting for the Lord, or are we crazy?
I wish my angel in my friends!
Where is the world beginnings, where is the image of the Mother's World?
We store them in the corners of their relatives in the tablecloth!
Gray raincoats will come to your soul,
They grow slogans, clamping us in ticks.
Prayer, like a clamp on the neck. Fear break!
Apparently, God is weak. His weaknesses are visible!
Chorus:
My rock, my fear
Apparently, God is bad, apparently God is weak.
My age is burning for seven fires -
Apparently, God is blind, apparently God is weak.
In the mines of life, monopoly ores
God is blind. A blind guide, a blind sighted guide.
A blind commander who has folded the weapon.
Time, apparently, asks to condemn the judges!
Apparently God began to become a pedestal,
I became weak, walked in a fucker drunk, teaches the essence
Ways of humble light.
And hundreds of seas in the wiped corns learned me to complain about fate,
Yes, look for answers in sagas about God with the argument "only that should be."
Vanity monarch, but the altar only accepts
The tribute of fame, tribute tribute, tribute, tribute to blood.
In the Gordian knot, the puppets of the puppet puppet was confused tight,
The fear of losing the sword holds the power in the scabbard.
Dicked out, the idol turned into a mummy.
God, you think no? God is, but God died.
Chorus:
My rock, my fear
Apparently, God is bad, apparently God is weak.
My age is burning for seven fires -
Apparently, God is blind, apparently God is weak.
With bullets, spears, we copy evil. Opium!
In the stake of religions, we boil, we’ll perish, drown.
Someone's eyes are waiting for him with hunger.
Blindly believe! They also believed in the power of a sickle and hammer.
It’s warm, then cold. To choose a suitable idol,
One, tell me from what religion!
Or in vain all this? After all, everyone considers his God the greatest!
Poisoning air of cemeteries, gray raincoats.
I see in expensive eyes not lights, but wicks from a candle.
Though you scream! The control device is
With bloodhounds, although there were no party comrades.
I add a step to this system. I accept the battle!
I wash my eyes with water, I would be glad to break my forehead
In prayer, but the closer to the sky, the more robbery.
The old god died, we need a new one, we need another!
Chorus:
My rock, my fear
Apparently, God is bad, apparently God is weak.
My age is burning for seven fires -
Apparently, God is blind, apparently God is weak.
My rock, my fear
Apparently, God is bad, apparently God is weak.
My age is burning for seven fires -
Apparently, God is blind, apparently God is weak.
My age is on fire while while
For shame and shame - gods in the clouds, and we are in fools,
At the junction of the drama - a whisper and fear, ashes and dust,
Slogans on the lips, collapse, prophets in weaklings.
On our countries - glasses, on the thrones are idols.
Cranes, traps of old tyrants are torn on the verge.
Scars hid in vain, veterans walked in vain,
Swastika on the houses! On the old wounds - new.
Ladies, gentlemen, are waiting for the Lord, or are we crazy?
I wish my angel in my friends!
Where is the world beginnings, where is the image of the Mother's World?
We store them in the corners of their relatives in the tablecloth!
Gray raincoats will come to your soul,
They grow slogans, clamping us in ticks.
Prayer, like a clamp on the neck. Fear break!
Apparently, God is weak. His weaknesses are visible!
Chorus:
My rock, my fear
Apparently, God is bad, apparently God is weak.
My age is burning for seven fires -
Apparently, God is blind, apparently God is weak.
In the mines of life, monopoly ores
God is blind. A blind guide, a blind sighted guide.
A blind commander who has folded the weapon.
Time, apparently, asks to condemn the judges!
Apparently God began to become a pedestal,
I became weak, walked in a fucker drunk, teaches the essence
Ways of humble light.
And hundreds of seas in the wiped corns learned me to complain about fate,
Yes, look for answers in sagas about God with the argument "only that should be."
Vanity monarch, but the altar only accepts
The tribute of fame, tribute tribute, tribute, tribute to blood.
In the Gordian knot, the puppets of the puppet puppet was confused tight,
The fear of losing the sword holds the power in the scabbard.
Dicked out, the idol turned into a mummy.
God, you think no? God is, but God died.
Chorus:
My rock, my fear
Apparently, God is bad, apparently God is weak.
My age is burning for seven fires -
Apparently, God is blind, apparently God is weak.
With bullets, spears, we copy evil. Opium!
In the stake of religions, we boil, we’ll perish, drown.
Someone's eyes are waiting for him with hunger.
Blindly believe! They also believed in the power of a sickle and hammer.
It’s warm, then cold. To choose a suitable idol,
One, tell me from what religion!
Or in vain all this? After all, everyone considers his God the greatest!
Poisoning air of cemeteries, gray raincoats.
I see in expensive eyes not lights, but wicks from a candle.
Though you scream! The control device is
With bloodhounds, although there were no party comrades.
I add a step to this system. I accept the battle!
I wash my eyes with water, I would be glad to break my forehead
In prayer, but the closer to the sky, the more robbery.
The old god died, we need a new one, we need another!
Chorus:
My rock, my fear
Apparently, God is bad, apparently God is weak.
My age is burning for seven fires -
Apparently, God is blind, apparently God is weak.
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