Текст песни ам - Рождаются и умирают боги

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They are born and die gods ,
Their choirs - a long time in a department store ,
Where singing - not to the beat and out of place -
Scares himself a singer without a toga ,
Reading the Psalms with a sheet of paper ,
Like drunken , but active bard .

Gods , in any case, give a damn ,
Who glorifies and praises them there , because the gods
They are born and die - they
No case to the minute rubbish :
Department stores , drains , blogs -
The whole world - has long been imperceptible .