Lyrics Собаки Качалова - Похожий на Бога

The past is a burnt archive
Or in a fight, a slaughtered friend
And the future - a drunk teenager in the entrance
He cherishes his hook in the palm of his hand
You are in front of the entrance, you go in there
But dying on the verge of exodus,
While you look how the clouds are floating
While you look how the clouds are floating
While you look how the clouds are floating
You are like God
           Similar to God
           Similar to God
Homeland is a pen for pigs
Where music is shit,
Your woman is waiting for you after seven
She is dark between her legs
You are in front of the entrance, you enter it
But dying on the verge of exodus,
While you look, as the crow flies
While you look, as the crow flies
While you look, as the crow flies
You are like God,
Similar to God,
Similar to God-

Mother gave birth to you at eight in the morning
Radio singing and the sun came to an end
You were born with the eyes of Christ, and the sky kissed you
You went then to the balcony from the Badog
Where did he puke, puke inspirationally and for a long time
While you were looking at the clouds
While you were looking at the clouds
While you were looking at the clouds
Similar to God, Similar to God,
Similar to God