The words which gnaw my mind And like the grains of sand Tiny, painful, nothing That throng in thousands Chaotically crumbled The world of sick politicians The world of gratified curses Odious, desperate They say there is sense in religion But somebody takes it There was no miracle, no act of creation Gods come from universe, Tot was a man Our the most ancient past is a technological imagination So the present hurts me and they took the past and there are So many secrets Gods from stars They were humans powerful as humans In unshaken ideas they had to believe So give me my faith... of Gods.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
