Gods (BG)

Someone became from now god
And forgave to himself the sins;
"For verses me all will be forgiven", –
But his verses are bad.

Someone moved into the music,
Humanity loving,
But no one hears him,
He's a singer within himself.

You should sing, and I will hear,
For that and the voice is given
To all, who loves, to all, who breathes, 
Who sings his years;  

So let conscience won't give me
Neither to be silent nor god to become.
I would become honest before myself,
That's and my whole dream.

But people go away in the gods,
And in themselves immersed –
They take for the reality
Lies and dreams.

All swimmers long ago swam away,
All singers long ago are silent,
Who in oneself, the one as in the grave,
Who was crying – tired to cry;

And unsaid song 
Will crush us like pain,
And others will come – those who are 
Not afraid to be themselves... 

So let conscience won't give them
Neither to be silent nor god to become,
Lines will be sincere
And themselves won't lie.

Well and we go away in the gods –
So let ringing on us,
Like the Mass on the paupers,
Little bell on the pants.


Without a name (BG/A.Romanov/M.Fainshtein) 
(instrumental)





"Manege blues"
Альбом "Parables by Count Diffuser"
Альбомы Б.Г.
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