Текст песни Татьяна Котова - Он бог которому молюсь я

It was hot , it was so
What would breathe in rhythm
Only to him, he filled the
Everything is one .

Times around the sagebrush - grass
Well me, he has not broken
I bloomed , I was hoping
What it sweet.

Without revealing the petals
Withered love ...

    Chorus:
    He is the God to whom I pray
    He is an enemy , which I am afraid
    He is a treasure, it seemed , and now pennies
    He - my crying , he - the executioner of my soul.
    (2 times)

Was nectar was poison
Instead of lilies of the valley - the weeds
Yes, love - tiny germ
A tough weeds .

Times around the sagebrush - grass
Well me, he has not broken
I bloomed , I believe
What it sweet.

Without revealing the petals
Withered love.

Chorus .