Текст песни Tracktor Bowling - Шаги по стеклу - Период распада

God is dead!
Dead!

All our morals and sins, crying or laughing - it's all the same
That we are all right, our archive - pain, hunger, lust - has long been known
Now do you feel the truth cutting your eyes like cigarette smoke?
Our God is tired of suffering for us, paradise is empty - there is nobody there!

This scarlet sunset -
Dried blood only
On the wrists of the Creator ...

Now so late
Period of decay, period of decay
Now everything is simple -
Period of decay, period of decay
God is dead

In the bloody mirror of the soul - fragments of faith, cold and darkness
Good night, kids, extinguish the light, the world goes crazy
During the night, night in your face laughs eternal angel with a scythe
Everything is waiting for you to fly, spreading its wings, upside down

Endless sunset
Like dried blood
On the shattered glass ...

Now everything is possible
Period of decay, period of decay
Now everything is simple -
Period of decay, period of decay
God is dead

'' That in the world caused more suffering,
How not insane compassionate?
Even God has his own hell - this is his love for people.
God is dead. Because of his compassion for people, God died! ''

God is dead!
The period of decay, the period of decay!
Dead!
The period of decay, the period of decay!
God is dead.