Бранимир - Сыновья - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I know: he is here. He sculpts soap for loops in which they will hang out by a penny.

He is here. Behind the puny backs of secrets, his firm Marten look from the earth's stainless steel.

First, he gives you a ghostly chance for salvation, and after interrogation - punish an elastic label.

But he is not a judge, not a prophet or a doctor. He only looks at how his sons devour each other.

And his sons devour each other! Lord, have mercy on your sons!

It is in different guises, at different points of the planet at the same time, under fictional names.

Carelessly throwing fragments of instructions on a righteous life for hok, midges and pawns,

He spies on us with a black shadow.

Not at all hiding the sadistic mockery of their negligent sons, unable to stop Kali-yuga.

And no one will show him for the fact that he calmly looks at how his sons devour each other ...

A hard worker is engaged in fertilizer of the earth-material. Worms peck birds. And I eat bird meat without any conscientiousness there.

So explain to me, Yahweh (or how else): if you love us so much, then why was we to drive us into these stupid food links?

And from generation to generation, the insatiable thirst for meat and the blood of the neighbor is transmitted. And do not break out of this vicious circle.

And he is decorously sitting, drunk and fed, and looks into the gilded monocle at how his sons devour each other.

And he was never an exemplary father, but to tell him this in the face of the clergy considers the highest sample blasphemy.

And kasatics? .. And the rings grew up with a smug, embittered carrion, they awarded the dad with a cross and a crown for negligent guardianship ...

However. It was not he who was puffed at all, but one of his beloved pets - Christ. Bright and clean. The carneckrist floats in the Haronov strip.

"Gegege!" - Goget, bored, rejoiced, Helzevul. And he looked gloomily at how his sons devoured each other ...

Do not kill. But how not to crush a mosquito-threshold? Do not quarter to quarter maniac? Not to together in the shit of the enemy encroaching on your lands?

Do not steal. Yes, where do you fuck will you get when you see how in the dusty corners, writhing from gastric pain, your hungry children will be whispering?

Do not adulthly? And to whom do you actually need? How is the search for new sensations, second halves, fleeting drives? The monotony bothers the spouse. There is no terrible love of the disease ...

His children are small and stupid. And he is not up to them. He still sits in the Roden pose and looks at how his sons devour each other ...