Николай Гринько и Green - Богу. До востребования - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Nikolai:

With God, my relationship is strange. Do you know what "cult cargo" is? Look at Wikipedia. At the Pacific Islands during the Second World War, air bases were based, and the natives even took it to work - to wear boxes, wash the barracks - and paid with them with their clothes, food and other things. This was called "Cargo" - cargo. The war ended, the base turned, but the natives still wait for the return of flying gods and heavenly cargo, building up the runways and aircraft from Ba Banzuk. They imitate military uniforms, marching in the sand, make headphones from the coconut halves ... and do not understand that all their actions have no impact on those who are intended. The gods do not hear them. It seems to me that all that we are doing here on Earth has nothing to do with the highest forces. We do not know, we cannot understand how it is arranged, we are simply not able to comprehend it. But still do anything to reach out. Build aircraft from Ba Ban, we march in the sand, wait for the cargo ... Literally for an hour and a half I wrote a song. Perhaps a record. Suddenly I realized that some lines run in my head, grabbed a pencil, recorded. I didn't think about music especially - it was not before. It turned out this "letter up". Probably, this is my way to communicate. My personal, personal cult of cargo. From the entire arrangement, the "mind turman" is desperately brought, the melody also reminds something ... do not care. Let it be as it is. The dark thing turned out. God. Poste restante.